Poems by Bernard de Ventadorn
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Pois preyatz me, senhor
... eet lady, have pity on your faithful lover! Hands joined, head bowed, I commend myself to your mercy ...
Lancan vei per mei la landa
... am English, and Norman, and if it were not for My Magnet, I would remain here until after Christmas ...
Non es meravelha s'eu chan
... To my Courtly One, where she is, I send this verse, and may it not weigh that am so far distant ...
Can vei la lauzeta
... ho destroys and confounds me, I doubt and mistrust them all, since I well know they are all the same ...
Tant ai mo cor
... and that one has become a spy whom / thought would have helped us, if he knew our souls had one will ...
Per mels cobrir lo mal pes (Anne)
... favor but this: secretly, to turn her fair eyes to me, for when I am distraught they do me much good ...
When Nightingales Their Lulling Song
... For me have breathed the whole night long, ...
The Nightingale
... When grass grows green, and fresh leaves spring, ...
En cossirer e en esmai
... how to read, and I enjoy writing words, and if she pleases, may she read them so that I may be saved ...
Lo gens temps de pascor
... ntirely dependent on you, I would have left off singing because of the meanness of the bluestockings ...
Amics Bernart de Ventadorn
... hen I remember that false one who killed me, I know not why, unless it was because I loved her truly ...
Lancan vei la folha
... to sing, sing, for I know neither song nor style, since I have lost my joy through my cursed destiny ...
Quan l'herba fresqu'el.h folha
... By God, Love! you find me Defeated (vensedor=Ventadorn), with few friends and without another master ...
Cantarai d'aquest trobadors
... and many think the worst of them ...
When I Behold The Lark
... Strange, that such gladdening sight should bring ...
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