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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pois preyatz me, senhor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pois preyatz me, senhor,<br>qu'eu chan, eu chantarai;<br>e can cuit chantar, plor<br>a l'ora c'o essai.<br>Greu veiretz chantador<br>be chan, si mal li vai.<br>Vai me doncs mal d'amor?<br>Ans mels que no fetz mai!<br>E doncs, per que m'esmai?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gran ben e gran onor<br>conosc que Deus me fai,<br>qu'eu am la belazor<br>et ilh me, qu'eu o sai.<br>Mas eu sui sai, alhor,<br>e no sai com l'estai!<br>So m'auci de dolor,<br>car ochaizo non ai<br>de soven venir lai.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amors, e que.m farai?<br>Si garrai ja ab te?<br>Ara cuit qu'e.m morrai<br>del dezirer que.m ve,<br>si.lh bela lai on jai<br>no m'aizis pres de se,<br>qu'eu la manei e bai<br>et estrenha vas me<br>so cors blanc, gras e le.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bona domna, merce<br>del vostre fin aman!<br>Mas jonchas, ab col cle,<br>vos m'autrei e.m coman.<br>Qu'e.us pliu per bona fe<br>c'anc re no amei tan.<br>E si locs s'esdeve,<br>vos me fatz bel semblan,<br>que molt n'ai gran talan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Since you request me to sing, my Lords, I shall sing.And when I think of singing, I weep just at the moment when I begin. You will hardly ever here a singer who sings well, if he is unhappy. Am I thus unhappy in love? No, rather better than ever. Then why I am I in disarray? <br>I know that God has done me a great honor, since I love the most beautiful of women and she me, as far as I know. But I am elsewhere, and I do not know how she is, which kills me with sorrow, for I do not often have the opportunity to go there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Love, what shall I do? Shall I ever be cured of you? Right now I think I will die of the desire that comes upon me, if the fair one invites me to be near her, where she sleeps, so that I can caress and kiss and hold next to mine her body, white, round, and smooth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet lady, have pity on your faithful lover! Hands joined, head bowed, I commend myself to your mercy. For I swear to you in faith that I have never loved anyone as much as you. And if the right moment occurs, show me your best behavior, for I really desire it so.)</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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qu'eu chan, eu chantarai;
e can cuit chantar, plor
a l'ora c'o essai.
Greu veiretz chantador
be chan, si mal li vai.
Vai me doncs mal d'amor?
Ans mels que no fetz mai!
E doncs, per que m'esmai?

Gran ben e gran onor
conosc..."></div>
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