Mercy's lost, and gone from sight
And now I can retrieve it not.
And now I can retrieve it not.
Troubador Verse
He composed his first poems for his patron's wife, Marguerite de Turenne.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately withdrawing to the Cistercian abbey of Dalon and dying there.
'Like to the lark ascending, in the air,
first singing and then silent,
content with the final sweetness that sates her. '
Dante - Paradiso XX:73-75
Can vei la lauzeta mover
When I see the lark display
His wings with joy against the day,
Forgetting, fold then fall away,
As sweetness to his heart makes way,
Such great envy then invades
My mind: I see the rest take fire,
And marvel at it, for no way
Can my heart turn from its desire.
Ah, I so dearly wished to know
Of love, yet so little learn,
For I cannot keep from loving her
Who will not have me, though I burn.
She stole my heart, and all of me,
And she herself, and worlds apart;
Lacking herself, now nothing's left
But longing and the willing heart.
For 'I' has no power over 'I'
Nor has had since the day I know
I let myself gaze in her eye,
The mirror that pleased me so.
Mirror, now I'm mirrored in you,
Profound sighs are killing me,
I lost myself as he did too
Narcissus gazing in the deep.
Of every lady I despair!
And in them I can place no trust!
Those I once would seek to cheer
Leave them cheerless now I must.
Seeing her then who won't have me,
She who destroys me and confounds,
I doubt them all and can't believe,
Knowing them other than they're found.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,
A woman indeed, scorns my behest,
Since she wishes not what she should
But what's forbidden her finds best.
Now I'm fallen from all grace,
I've done well on the asses' bridge!
And don't know why I'm in disgrace,
Except I've asked a world too much.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight
And now I can retrieve it not.
Since she who owns to it of right
Has none to give, and where's it sought?
How little it seems to those who see -
What would she want with me poor wretch? -
That without her nothing's here for me,
She lets me die who've no help left.
Since with my lady there's no use
In prayers, her pity, or pleading law,
Nor is she pleased at the news
I love her: then I'll say no more,
And so depart and swear it's done!
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,
And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,
To wretched exile, who knows where?
Tristram, none will hear of me:
Off I'll go, who knows where?
I'll sing no more, resigned I'll be,
And banish joy and love of her.
Note: Pound adapts and utilises phrases from verse 1, 'qual cor mi vai: that goes to my heart' at the start of Canto XCI; 'es laissa cader: lets fall' and 'de joi sas alas: with joy, its wings' in Notes for Canto CXVII et seq.
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya
So full is my heart of joy now,
All is changed for me.
Flowering red, white, and yellow,
The winter seems to be,
For, with the wind and rain, so
My fortune's bright I see,
My songs they rise, and grow
My worth proportionately.
Such love in my heart I find,
Such joy and sweetness mine,
Ice turns to flowers fine
And snow to greenery.
I go without my clothes now,
One thin shirt for me,
For noble love protects now
From the chilly breeze.
But he's mad who'll not follow
Custom and harmony,
So I've taken care I vow
Since I sought to be
Lover of loveliest,
To be with honour blest:
Of her riches I'd not divest
For Pisa, for Italy.
From her friendship I'm severed
Yet my faith's so in place,
That I can barely counter
The beauty of her face.
I cannot hope to wed here
Such happiness and grace,
On the day when I see her
Weightlessness I taste.
'Like to the lark ascending, in the air,
first singing and then silent,
content with the final sweetness that sates her. '
Dante - Paradiso XX:73-75
Can vei la lauzeta mover
When I see the lark display
His wings with joy against the day,
Forgetting, fold then fall away,
As sweetness to his heart makes way,
Such great envy then invades
My mind: I see the rest take fire,
And marvel at it, for no way
Can my heart turn from its desire.
Ah, I so dearly wished to know
Of love, yet so little learn,
For I cannot keep from loving her
Who will not have me, though I burn.
She stole my heart, and all of me,
And she herself, and worlds apart;
Lacking herself, now nothing's left
But longing and the willing heart.
For 'I' has no power over 'I'
Nor has had since the day I know
I let myself gaze in her eye,
The mirror that pleased me so.
Mirror, now I'm mirrored in you,
Profound sighs are killing me,
I lost myself as he did too
Narcissus gazing in the deep.
Of every lady I despair!
And in them I can place no trust!
Those I once would seek to cheer
Leave them cheerless now I must.
Seeing her then who won't have me,
She who destroys me and confounds,
I doubt them all and can't believe,
Knowing them other than they're found.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,
A woman indeed, scorns my behest,
Since she wishes not what she should
But what's forbidden her finds best.
Now I'm fallen from all grace,
I've done well on the asses' bridge!
And don't know why I'm in disgrace,
Except I've asked a world too much.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight
And now I can retrieve it not.
Since she who owns to it of right
Has none to give, and where's it sought?
How little it seems to those who see -
What would she want with me poor wretch? -
That without her nothing's here for me,
She lets me die who've no help left.
Since with my lady there's no use
In prayers, her pity, or pleading law,
Nor is she pleased at the news
I love her: then I'll say no more,
And so depart and swear it's done!
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,
And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,
To wretched exile, who knows where?
Tristram, none will hear of me:
Off I'll go, who knows where?
I'll sing no more, resigned I'll be,
And banish joy and love of her.
Note: Pound adapts and utilises phrases from verse 1, 'qual cor mi vai: that goes to my heart' at the start of Canto XCI; 'es laissa cader: lets fall' and 'de joi sas alas: with joy, its wings' in Notes for Canto CXVII et seq.
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya
So full is my heart of joy now,
All is changed for me.
Flowering red, white, and yellow,
The winter seems to be,
For, with the wind and rain, so
My fortune's bright I see,
My songs they rise, and grow
My worth proportionately.
Such love in my heart I find,
Such joy and sweetness mine,
Ice turns to flowers fine
And snow to greenery.
I go without my clothes now,
One thin shirt for me,
For noble love protects now
From the chilly breeze.
But he's mad who'll not follow
Custom and harmony,
So I've taken care I vow
Since I sought to be
Lover of loveliest,
To be with honour blest:
Of her riches I'd not divest
For Pisa, for Italy.
From her friendship I'm severed
Yet my faith's so in place,
That I can barely counter
The beauty of her face.
I cannot hope to wed here
Such happiness and grace,
On the day when I see her
Weightlessness I taste.