KREUZLIEDCRUSADE SONG
Hartmann von Auetrans. Sheenagh Pugh
Ich var mit iuwern hulden, herren unde mâge:
luit unde laut diu müezen sælic sîn.
Es ist unnôt daz iemen mîner verte vrâge:
ich sage wol für wâr die reise mîn.
Mich vienc diu Minne und lie mich varn ûf mine sicherheit,
nû hat sî mir enboten bî ir liebe daz ich var.
Ez ist unwendic; ich muoz endelîchen dar:
wie kûme ich bræche mîne triuwe und mînen eit!

Sich rüemet maneger waz er dur die Minne tæte:
wâ sint diu werc? Die rede hoere ich wol,
doch sæhe ich gerne dazs ir eteslîchen bæte
daz er ir diente als ich ir dienen sol.
Ez ist geminnet, der sich dur die Minne ellenden muoz:
nû seht wies mich ûz mîner zungen ziuhet über mer.
Und lebte mîn her, Salatîn und al sîn her,
dienbræhten mich von Vranken niemer einen fuoz.

Ir minnesinger, ir muoz ofte misselingen:
daz iu den schaden tuot daz ist der wân.
Ich wil mich rüemen, ich mac wol von minne singen,
sît mich diu Minne hât und ich sî hân.
Daz ich dâ wil, seht daz wil alse gerne haben mich:
sô müezt ab ir verliesen under wîlen wânes vil:
ir ringet umbe liep daz iuwer niht enwil:
wan müget ir armen minnen solhe minne als ich?
I go with your good grace, my friends and kin.
Good luck my land; good luck my people too.
None need ask why I made this journey mine,
I have affirmed all that I mean to do.
Love took me; set me free on my parole
and now commands me by my love to go.
I can no other: I surely must do so,
if I'm to keep my word and honour whole.

Many men boast what they would do for love.
Where are the deeds? Their words are prodigal,
but I never heard one ask to serve
the cause of love in the way that I shall.
That's love, that drives a man to take the course
of exile, as my words now drive me on,
for if my lord still lived, I'd not have gone
a step for Saladin and all his force.

You poets of love, you often plead in vain,
because your object is a fantasy.
No, when it comes to love-songs, I'm your man,
since I have love and love possesses me.
I love what loves me: where I wish to lie
is where I'm wanted; you were born to lose.
Poor lovers, seeking love that has no use
for you, how can you love such love as I?

Trans. Copyright © Sheenagh Pugh 2002


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