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c. 1137-1152)
Quant l'aura doussa s'amarzis
When the sweet air turns bitter,
Rigaut de Berbezilh (fl. 1140-1163)
Si tuit li dol e? lh plor e? lh marrimen
If all the grief and woe and bitterness
Bernart de Ventadorn (fl. 1145-1175)
Can vei la lauzeta mover
When I see the lark display
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya
So full is my heart of joy now,
Can par la flors josta. l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the greenery unfolds
Pel doutz chan que? l rossinhols fai
To the sweet song of the nightingale,
La rossinhols s'esbaudeya
The nightingale sings happily
Can l'erba fresch'e? lh folha par
When fresh leaves and shoots appear,
Lo tems vai e ven e vire
Time comes, and goes, and runs away,
La douza votz ai auzida
The sweetest voice I have heard,
Chantars no pot gaire valer
Singing proves merely valueless
Peire d'Auvergne (fl. 1157-1170)
Ab fina joia comenssa
With noble joy commences
Raimbaut d'Orange (c1144-d. 1173)
Ar resplan la flors enversa
Now the flowers gleam, in reverse,
Non chant per auzel ni per flor
I do not sing for bird or flower,
Beatritz de Dia (c1140-fl. c. 1175)
Estat ai en greu cossirier
I've been in great distress of mind,
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria
Now I must sing of what I would not do,
Arnaut de Mareuil (late 12th century)
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena
It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,
Arnaut Daniel (fl. 1180-1210)
Sols sui qui sai lo sobrafan que? m sortz
I am the one that knows the pain that flows
Quan chai la fueilha
When the pale leaves descend
Douz braitz e critz
Sweet tweet and cry
Er vei vermeilhs, vertz, blaus, blancs, gruocs
I see scarlet; green, blue, white, yellow
Anc ieu non l'aic, mas elha m'a
I have him not, yet he has me
Lo ferm voler qu'el cor m'intra
The firm desire that in my heart enters
En cest sonnet coind'e leri
To this light tune, graceful and slender,
Peire Vidal (1175 - 1205)
Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire
I breathe deeply, draw in the air:
Ges quar estius
Though spring's glorious
Plus que.
l paubres quan jai el ric ostal
No more than a beggar dare complain,
Estat ai gran sazo
I've felt, for so long, so
Raimbaut de Vaqueiras (c1155- fl. 1180-d. c1207)
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de Cabestan (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa? l fuelh
Like to him who bends the leaves
Lo jorn qu'ie? us vi, dompna, primeiramen,
The day I saw you, lady that first time,
Anc mais no m? fo semblan
Never would I have conceived
Bertran de Born (c1140-d. before1215)
Dompna, puois de mi no? us cal
Lady, since you care not at all
Be? m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful springtime pleases me
Ai! Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,
Ah, Limousin! Country free and courtly,
Giraut de Bornelh (c. 1138 - 1215)
Reis glorios, verais lums e clartatz,
Glorious king, true light and clarity,
Peire Raimon de Toulouse (fl. 1180-1220)
De fin'amor son tot mei pensamen
On true love are all my thoughts bent
Anonymous Aubes (12th-13th century)
Quan lo rossinhols escria
While the nightingale sings away
En un vergier sotz fuella d'albespi
In a deep bower under a hawthorn-tree
Anonymous Balade (13th century or later)
Mort m'an li semblan que madona? m fai
The glance that my lady darts at me must slay,
Gaucelm Faidit (c. 1170 - c. 1202)
Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire Cardenal (c.