ATRESSI CUM L'ORIFANS ... JUST AS DOES THE ELEPHANT ...
Ricart de Berbezilh tr. James H.Donalson
........Atressi cum l'orifans,
........que, quan chai, no·s pot levar,
........tro l'altre, ab for cridar,
........de lor votz lo levon sus,
........et ieu vuelh segre aquel us,
Quar mos mesfagz es tan greus e pezans
Que, si la cortz del Puey e lo bobans
E l'adregz pretz dels leials amadors
No·m relevon, ja mais no serai sors,
Que denhesson per me clamar merce
Lai on preiars ni razos no·m val re.

........E s'ieu per los fis amans
........non puosc en joi retornar,
........per tostemps lais mon chantar
........que de mi no y a yen plus;
........ans viurai cum lo reclus,
Sols, ses solatz, qu'aitals es mos talans,
Quar ma vida m'es enuegz et afans,
E gaugz m'es dols e plazers m'es dolors,
Qu'ieu no sui ges de la maneira d'ors,
Que qui be·l bat ni·l te vil ses merce,
Adoncs engraissa e melhuira e reve.

........Be sai qu'Amors es tan grans
........que leu me pot perdonar,
........s'ieu falhi per sobramar
........ni renhei cum Dedalus,
........que dis qu'elh era Jhezus
E vole volar al cel outracuians,
Mas Dieus baisset l'orguel e lo sobrans;
E mos orguelhs non es res mas amors,
Per que merces mi deu faire socors,
Que maint luec son on razos vens merce,
E luec on dregz ni razos no·s ave.

........A tot lo mon sui clamans
........de mi e de trop parlar;
........e s'ieu pogues contrafar
........fenix, don non es mas us,
........que s'art e pueis resortz sus,
Ieu m'arsera, quar sui tant malanans,
E mos fals digz mensongiers e truans
Resorcera en sospirs et en plors
Lai on beutatz e jovens e valors
Es, que no y falh mas un pauc de merce,
Que no y sion assemblat tug li be.

........Ma chansos er drogomans
........lai on ieu non aus anar
........ni ab dregz huelhs regardar,
........tan qui forfagz et aclus
........e ja hom no m'en escus.
Mielhs-de-dona, que fugit ai dos ans,
Er torn a vos doloiros e plorans;
Aissi quo'l serz, que, quant a fag son cors,
Torna morir al crit dell cassadors.
Aissi torn ieu, domna, en vostra merce;
Mas vos no·n cal, si d'amor no·us sove.

T1
Tal senhor ai, en cui a tan de be
Que'l jorn que·l vei non puosc failhir en re.

T2
(Belh Bericle, jois e pretz vos mante;
Tot quan vuelh ai, quan de vos me sove.)
........Just as does the elephant
........that, when it fails, cannot get up
........until the others, with the cry
........of all their voices, raise him up:
........so my wish is to follow them,
for my misdeeds are grievous, weighty ones,
so, if the court of Puy and all the pomp
and loyal lovers' merited rewards
don't pick me up again, then nothing will:
so let them deign to claim mercy for me
where neither pleas nor reason help me out.

........And if with courtly lovers' help
........I still cannot return in joy
........I'll leave off singing for all time
........because there's nothing further on.
........I may well live a hermit's life,
alone, unsolaced, so I am inclined
because my life is zeal and boredom too
and joy is grief and pleasure brings me pain:
For I don't have the lifestyle of a bear
who takes a beating and mistreatment and
then fattens and improves and comes again.

........I well know that Love's great enough
........to pardon me quite easily
........though I had failed by too much love
........I didn't act like Daedalus
........who claimed that he was Jesus Christ
and tried presumptuously to fly to heaven
but God took down his pride and arrogance;
while all my pride is nothing more than love
so mercy very well may help me out:
in many places, reason conquers it
and sometimes there's no reason and no right.

........Now I complain to everyone
........about myself and too much talk:
........I wish that I could imitate
........the Phoenix, which is seen no more,
........but burns and then can rise again.
I too would burn, for I have been so bad,
and my false speech is lying and debased
and it will only rise with sighs and tears,
there where there's beauty, valor, youth:
a little mercy's all that's lacking there
for not all good things are assembled there.

........My song is my interpreter
........down where I do not dare to go
........or dare to look on with my eyes
........for my misdeeds are blinding, such
........that no man can excuse me from.
O 'Miels-de-dona' I have fled two years,
and now I, grieving, weeping, turn to you
as does the stag, who, having run his course,
turns back to die on hearing hunters' shouts.
I turn unto your mercy, Lady, thus:
No matter - if you don't remember love.

E1
I've such a Lord, in whom is so much good
that when I see him, I'll not want for aught.

E2
My 'Belh Bericle', joy and praise keep you,
I've all I want when I remember you.

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