L'AUTRIER QUANT ME CHEVAUCHOIE ...AS I RODE OUT ...
Anon. Trouveres (early 13c.)tr. Peter Dean
L'autrier quant me chevauchoie
de Blason a Mirabel pensoie,
mout me fu bel en amor,
que ja par moi n'iert finee a nul jor.
J'aim le comencement d'amor,
la fin m'en desagree.
Si ne sai coument si mignotement
m'a navre la bele, que nul mal ne sent.
Jamais en ma vie,
quoique nus en die,
ne me plaindrai.
Mais de ceus dont j'ai envie,
m'a asseure.
Bele dame m'amande, qu'ele sera m'amie.
As I rode out the other day,
Blason to Mirabel making my way,
I thought: no matter how in love I be
never its day ends well for me.
I love love opening pleasantly,
its end upsets me quite:
I've not the faintest notion though
how she can tear me but let no tear flow.
So long as I shall live,
whatever opinion of us others give,
I'll not bemoan my plight.
Against these, out of envy, I've been restive,
but now my mind is right.
My lady fair sends word: my love she will requite.

Trans. Copyright © Peter Dean 2003


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