_Canzo By Guillem De Cabestanh._

Li douz cossire The sweet thoughts Qem don amors soven, Which to me gives love often, Domnam fan dire Lady, me make say De vos maint vers plazen; Of you many a poem pleasant; Pessan remire Thinking I gaze (on) Vostre cors car e gen, Your body dear and comely, Cui eu dezire Which I desire Mas qe non faz parven; More than (not) I make appearance; E sitot me deslei And although myself I make (appear) disloyal Per vos, ges nous abnei, For you(r sake), scarcely (not) you I deny; Q’ades vas vos soplei For soon towards you I pray De francha benvolensa. With genuine love. Domna, on beutaz gensa, Lady, where (in whom) beauty is an ornament, Maintas vez oblit mei Many times I forget myself Q’eu lau vos e mercei. That I may praise you and implore mercy.

Toz temps m’azire All times me may hate L’amors qeus mi defen, The Love which you (from) me withholds S’eu jal cor vire If I ever the heart turn Ad autr’ entendemen; To another (loving) understanding; Tolt m’ avez rire Taken away (from) me you have laughter E donat pessamen. And given thought. Plus greu martire More severe martyrdom Nuls homs de me no sen; No man of me (than I) not feels; Qar vos qe plus envei For you whom more I desire De re q’el mon estei, Of (than a) thing which in the world is Desautorc e mescrei I disavow and deny E desam en parvensa; And un-love in appearance; Tot qant faz per temensa All how much I do through fear Devez en bona fei You must in good faith Prendre, neis qan nous vei. Take, even when not you I see.

En sovinensa In memory Tenc la car’ el dous ris, I hold the face and the sweet smile, Vostra valensa Your worth El bel cors blanc e lis; And the beautiful body white and lithe; Si per crezensa If through faith Estes ves deu tan fis, I were towards God as faithful, Vius ses falhensa Alive without failure Intrer’ en paradis; I should enter into paradise. Q’ aissim sui ses toz cuz For so myself I am (have) without all (any) hesitation De cor a vos renduz Of the heart to you given Q’autra jois nom aduz; That another joys not to me gives; Q’una no porta benda, For one not wears a band Q’en prezes per esmenda That I of her should prize as compensation Jaser ne fos sos druz To lie (with her) nor that I were her lover Per las vostras saluz. (In exchange) for the your greetings.

Toz jorns m’agensa All the days me stirs Desirs, tan m’abelis Desire, so much me attracts La captenensa The bearing De vos per cui languis; Of you for whom I languish; Bem par qem vensa Good to me it seems that me should conquer Vostr’ amors, q’ans qeus vis Your love, for before that you I saw Fo m’ entendensa, It was to me a knowledge Qeus ames eus servis; That you I should love and you I should serve; Q’ aissim sui remansuz For thus myself I am (have) remained Sols ses autres ajuz Alone without other helps Q’ ab vos, e n’ ai perduz But (from) you and therefrom I have lost Mans bes, quis vuelhals prenda; Many boons; he who for himself will (have) them take (them); Q’a mi plaz mais q’atenda For to me it pleases more that I should wait Ses toz covenz saubuz Without all covenants known Vas don m’ es jois creguz. (With) towards (her) from whom to me (has) is joy grown.

Ans qe s’encenda Before that itself may inflame Inz el cor la dolors, Inside in the heart the pain, Merces desenda Mercy may descend, Domn’ en vos et amors, Lady, into you and love, Qe joi mi renda Which joy to me may give En lonhs sospirs e plors. Amidst long sighs and tears. Nous o defenda Not you this may forbid Paratges ni ricors; Parentage nor wealth; Q’oblidaz m’es toz bes, For forgotten (by) me is every boon, S’ab vos nom val merces; If with you not me helps mercy; Ai! bella dousa res, Oh! beautiful sweet thing, Molt feraz gran franqesa Much will you do great frankness M’amessez o non ges; (If) me you would love or not (scarcely) Q’eras no sai qe s’es. For now not I know which (itself) it is.

Non trop contenda Not I find resistance Contra vostras valors; Against your worth(s); Merces von prenda Mercy you thereof may take Tals q’a vos si’ onors; Such as to you would be an honour; Ja nom entenda Ever not me may hear Dieus mest sos prejadors, God amongst his worshippers, Si volh la renda If I will (take) the income Dels qatre reis majors Of the four kings greatest Qe ab vos nom valgues So that with you not to me should be of use Dieus e ma bona fes; God and my good faith; Qe partir nom posc ges For part (from you) not (me) I can scarcely Tant fort si es empresa So strongly itself is (has) inflamed M’ amors, e si fos presa My love, and if it were found En baisan nius plagues, (In) kissing and if you it pleased Ja no volgram solves. Ever not should I wish myself that I severed.

Anc res q’a vos plagues Ever a thing that (to) you pleased Bona domna cortesa Good lady courteous Tan no m’ estet defesa, So much not to me was forbidden Q’eu ans no la fezes, That I sooner not it should do Qe d’als mi sovengues. Than of another thing (myself) I should think.

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