| Ab plazen
Pessamen
Amoros
Ai cozen
Mal talen
Cossiros, |
Tant quel ser no puesc durmir,
Ans torney e vuelf e vir
| E dezir
Vezer l'alba.
Per trebalh
Que m'assalh
Ser e jorn,
Joys me falh,
Don nualh
Ab cor morn, |
El ser dobla·m mo martir,
Que'en elh tenc tot mon albir,
| E dezir
Vezer l'alba.
Mals sabers
Es, loncs sers
Pervuelhar
Ses plazers,
E jasers
Ses pauzar |
E ben amars ses jauzir;
Per quel ser velhan sospir,
| E dezir
Vezer l'alba.
A mon dan
Per semblan
Fa gran nueg,
Quar afan
N'ai trap gran
Et enueg, |
Quar leis, qu'ieu am, non remir,
Ans pes, co m'en puesc aizir,
|
| Pleasant and
amorous
thoughts I have
give me pain,
in spite of
all my care, |
so at night I cannot sleep
but I toss and turn again
| and I want
to see the daybreak.
So a task
now assails,
night and day
joy now fails:
my sad heart
is destroyed, |
and at night my suffering's worse
so it takes up all my thought
| and I want
to see the daybreak.
It is sad
waking up
all night long
without joy,
lying down
without rest, |
loving but without joy;
so I can only sigh
| and I want
to see the daybreak.
To my harm,
it appears,
night wears on,
for there's no
task so great:
it annoys, |
for I can't see my love
though I think of holding her,
| and I want
to see the daybreak. |
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