Bernard De Ventadorn

Lancan vei la folha

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Tuit cil que.m preyon qu'eu chan,
volgra saubesson lo ver,
s'eu n'ai aize ni lezer.
Chantes qui chantar volria,
qu'eu non saup ni chan ni via,
pois perdei ma benanansa
per ma mala destinansa.

(All those who ask me to sing should know the truth about whether I have the time or the inclination. Let he who wants to sing, sing, for I know neither song nor style, since I have lost my joy through my cursed destiny.)

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