Bernard De Ventadorn Desire Poems

  • 1.
    Bel m'es can eu vei la bròlha
    reverdir per mei lo brolh
    e.lh ram son cubert de folha
    e.l rossinhols sotz de folh
    ...
  • 2.
    Lancan vei per mei la landa
    dels arbres chazer la fòlha,
    ans que.lh frejura s'espanda
    ni.l gens termini s'esconda,
    ...
  • 3.
    En cossirer et en esmai
    sui d'un amor que.m lass'e.m te,
    que tan no vau ni sai ni lai
    qu'ilh ades no.m tenh' en so fre,
    ...
  • 4.
    Can l'erba fresch'e.lh folha par
    e la flors boton'el verjan
    e.l rossinhols autet e clar
    leva sa vots e mou so chan,
    ...
  • 5.
    Lo gens temps de pascor
    ab la frescha verdor
    nos adui folh'e flor
    de diversa color,
    ...
  • 6.
    Pois preyatz me, senhor,
    qu'eu chan, eu chantarai;
    e can cuit chantar, plor
    a l'ora c'o essai.
    ...
  • 7.
    When I see the lark joyfully moving its wings against the sun's rays, and falling because of the sweetness that enters its heart, ah! a great envy comes upon me of all those who I see happy. I am astonished that my heart does not melt with desire.
    Alas! I thought I knew so much about love, and I know so little, because I cannot stop loving the one from whom I will never obtain anything. She has taken my heart, myself, herself, and the whole world, and has left me with nothing but yearning and a languishing heart.

    I no longer have power over myself, and am no longer my own person, from the moment when she lets me look into her eyes, that mirror that pleases me so. Mirror, since I am mirrored in you, my sighs have caused my death, for I am lost just as Narcissus lost himself in the fountain.
    ...
Total 7 Desire Poems by Bernard De Ventadorn

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