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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Per mels cobrir lo mal pes (Anne)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossire<br>chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;<br>e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,<br>car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;<br>e per Amor sui si apoderatz,<br>tot m'a vencut a forsa e batalha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anc Deus no fetz trebalhas ni martire,<br>ses mal d'amor, qu'eu no sofris en patz;<br>mas d'aquel sui, si be.m peza, sofrire,<br>c'Amors mi fai amar lai on li platz;<br>e dic vos be que s'eu no sui amatz,<br>ges no reman en lai mia nualha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Midons sui om et amics e servire,<br>e no.lh en quer mais autras amistatz<br>mas c'a celat los seus bels olhs me vire,<br>que gran be.m fan ades can sui iratz;<br>e ren lor en laus e merces e gratz,<br>qu'el mon non ai amic que tan me valha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dins en mo cor me corrotz e.m azire,<br>car eu sec tan las mias volontatz.<br>Mas negus om no deu aital re dire,<br>c'om no sap ges com s'es aventuratz.<br>Que farai doncs dels bels semblans privatz?<br>Falhirai lor? Mais volh que.l mons me falha!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Corona, man salutz e amistaz,<br>e prec midons que m'ayut e me valha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To better hide the dark thoughts and the pain, I sing and play around, I have pleasure and solace; I make an effort, because I know how to sing and laugh. Still, I am dying, but show no sign of it, and by Love am so overcome, for Love has conquered me by force and battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never has God created martyrdom and travail that I could not undergo peacefully, except for lovesickness. Still, although it weighs on me, I suffer it, for Love makes me love where he pleases. And I say to you that if I am not loved, it is not the fault of my passivity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the servant and friend and vassal of my lady, and I do not ask from her any other favor but this: secretly, to turn her fair eyes to me, for when I am distraught they do me much good. In my heart I blame and accuse myself for following so my desires. Noone should say such things, because we never know what our destiny will be. What shall I do, then, with her beautiful, secret glances? Shall I fail them? Better that the world itself fail me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Corona, I send greetings and love, and I pray my lady that she aid and assist me.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+de+Ventadorn">Bernard de Ventadorn</a><div class=q>
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chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;
e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,
car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;
e per Amor sui si apoderatz,
tot m'a vencut a forsa e batalha.

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