Ventadorn, Bernart de: [Bel m'es can eu vei la broïha]

Bel m'es can eu vei la broïha
reverdir per mei lo brolh
e·lh ram son cubert de folha
e·l rossinhols sotz lo folh
chanta d'amor, don me dolh
e platz me don anc me dolha
platz me qued amar me volha
cela qu'eu dezir e volh.

Eu·la volh can plus s'orgolha
vas me (mas oncas orgolh
n 'ac vas lei?). per so m'acolha
ma domna, pois tan l'acolh
c'a totas autras me tolh
per lei, cui Deus no me tolha;
ans li do cor qu'en grat colha
so que totz jorns s'amor colh.

S'amor colh, qui m'empreizona
per lei que mala preizo
me fai, cades m,'ochaizona
d'aisso don ai ochaizo.
tort n'a; mas eu lo·lh perdo;
e mos cors li reperdona,
car tan la sai bel' e bona
que tuih li mal m'en son bo.

Bo son tuih li mal que·m dona;
mas per Deu li quer un do:
que ma bocha, que jeona,
d'un douz baizar dejeo.
mas trop quer gran guizardo
celei que tan guizardona;
e can eu l'en arazona,
ilh me chamja ma razo.

Ma razo chamja e vira;
mas eu ges de lei no·m vir
mo fi cor, que la dezira
aitan que tuih mei dezir
son de lei per cui sospir;
e car ela no sospira;
sai qu'en lei ma mortz se mira,
can sa gran beutat remir.

Ma mort remir, que jauzir
no·n posc ni no·n sui jauzire;
mas eu sui tan bos sofrire
c'atendre cuit per sofrir.

I am glad to see the bushes
turning green amid the woods
and the branches with their foliage:
nightingales beneath the leaves
sing of love that gives me grief,
but I'm pleased although it grieves me,
I am pleased that she would love me,
she whom I desire and want.

I desire her, though she's haughty,
toward me (have I ever been
haughty to her?) I accept her.
I accept her to the point
where I give all others up
for her, whom God hasn't taken
but may he just make her willing
to accept my daily love.

It imprisons, but I take it,
though her prison is so bad:
she will give me a dismissal
from the accusations made:
she is wrong, but I forgive,
and my heart, too, is forgiving:
I know she's so good and pretty
every evil's, good to me.

Dear to me are ills she gives me
heaven's sake! one gift I ask:
since my mouth is very hungry,
feed it, with a little kiss ...
as I want a great reward
from the one who can reward me
and, when I go on with business,
she will change my goal and aim.

My direction changes, swerving,
but I don't let my heart swerve,
my true heart goes on desiring
more than all of my desires
all for her for whom I sigh,
and since she is never sighing
I know that my death is in her
when her beauty's in my view.

I see death, and can't rejoice,
nor can I see joy in dying
but I am so good at suffering
I can suffer to my goal.