Tant Ai Mo Cor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABABABBBBB BCBCBCBCBBBC CDCDCDCDBBBD CCCCE B F D G

Tant ai mo cor ple de joyaA
tot me desnaturaB
Flor blancha vermeilh'e groyaA
me par la frejuraB
c'ab lo ven et ab la ployaA
me creis l'aventuraB
per que mos chans mont' e poyaA
e mos pretz melhuraB
Tan ai al cor d'amorB
de joi e de doussorB
per qu'el gels me sembla florB
e la neus verduraB
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Anar posc ses vestiduraB
nutz en ma chamizaC
car fin'amors m'aseguraB
de la freja bizaC
Mas es fols qui s desmezuraB
e no s te de guizaC
Per qu'eu ai pres de me curaB
deis c'agui enquizaC
la plus bela d'amorB
don aten tan d'onorB
car en loc de sa ricorB
non volh aver PizaC
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Eu n'ai la bon'esperansaC
Mas petit m'aondaD
c'atressi m ten en balansaC
com la naus en l'ondaD
Del mal pes que m desenansaC
non sai on m'escondaD
Tota noih me vir'e m lansaC
desobre l'espondaD
Plus trac pena d'amorB
de Tristan l'amadorB
que n sofri manta dolorB
per Izeut la blondaD
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Mas fals lauzengier engresC
m'an lunhat de so paisC
que tals s'en fai esdevisC
qu'eu cuidera qu'ens celesC
si ns saubes ams d'un coratgeE
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My heart is so full of joy that everything is changed for me The cold season seems like a flower white vermillion and yellow For with the wind and the rain my good fortune grows so that my singing rises up and my worth augments I have so much love in my heart so much joy and sweetness that the ice seems like flowers and the snow like greeneryB
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I go around without clothes naked under my nightshirt for true love protects me from the cold wind But he is mad who goes beyond measure and does not behave according to custom And so I have been on my guard since I have sought the love of the most beautiful lady from whom I expect much honor For I would not give up all her riches for Pisa itselfF
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I have good hope But that's of little help because she holds me in balance like a ship on the waves From the bad thoughts that depress me I do not know how to escape Every night I toss and turn on my bed I have more pain from love than Tristan the lover who suffered many woes for Iseult the BlondD
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But the false intriguers have distanced me from her country and that one has become a spy whom thought would have helped us if he knew our souls had one willG

Bernard De Ventadorn



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