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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quan l'herba fresqu'el.h folha</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can l'erba fresch'e.lh folha par<br>e la flors boton'el verjan<br>e.l rossinhols autet e clar<br>leva sa vots e mou so chan,<br>joi ai de lui, e joi ai de la flor<br>e joi de me e de midons major;<br>daus totas partz sui de joi claus e sens,<br>mas sel es jois que totz autres jois vens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tan am midons e la tenh car,<br>e tan la dopt' e la reblan<br>c'anc de me no.lh auzi parlar,<br>ni re no.lh quer ni re no.lh man.<br>Pero elh sap mo mal e ma dolor,<br>e can li plai, mi fai be e onor,<br>e can li plai, eu m'en sofert ab mens,<br>per so c'a leis no.n avenha blastens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S'eu saubés la gen enchantar,<br>mei enemic foran efan,<br>que ja us no saubra triar<br>ni dir re que.ns tornes a dan.<br>Adoncs sai eu que vira la gensor<br>e sos bels olhs e sa frescha color,<br>e baizera.lh la bocha en totz sens,<br>si que d'un mes i paregra lo sens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be la volgra sola trobar,<br>que dormis, o.n fezés semblan,<br>per qu'e.lh emblès un doutz baizar,<br>pus no valh tan qu'eu lo.lh deman.<br>Per Deu, domna, pauc esplecham d'amor;<br>vai s'en lo tems, e perdem lo melhor!<br>Parlar degram ab cubertz entresens,<br>e, pus no.ns val arditz, valgués nos gens!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ai las! com mor de cossirar!<br>que manhtas vetz en cossir tan:<br>lairó m'en poirian portar<br>que re no sabria que.s fan.<br>Per Deu, Amors! be.m tròbas vensedor:<br>ab pauc d'amics e ses autre senhor.<br>Car una vetz tan midons no destrens<br>abans qu'eu fos del dezirer estens?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Messatger, vai, e no m'en prezes mens,<br>s'eu del anar vas midons sui temens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(When the new vegetation and the leaves appear, when the flowers bloom on the branch, and when the nightingale clear and loud raises its voice and begins to sing, I rejoice in the nightingale, and in the flowers, and in myself, and most of all in my lady. I am surrounded by joy on all sides, but she is the joy from which all other joys come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So much do I love my lady, and hold her dear, and so much do I fear and honor her, that I dare not talk to her of myself. I ask her nothing and I send her nothing. But still she knows of my pain and sorrow, and when it pleases her she bestows on me grace and honor, and when it pleases her I submit to even less so that no blame may come to her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I knew how to cast spells on people, my enemies would become babes, so that none of them could discover anything that could be turned against us. I know now that I will see my lady, and her fair eyes and fresh color, and I will kiss her on the mouth every which way, so that for a month the marks will be visible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would like to find her alone, sleeping, or pretending to sleep, so that I could steal a sweet kiss from her, since I am not worth so much that I could ask it of her. By God, lady, little do we profit from our love; time passes, and we are losing the best moments. We should speak in a coded language, and since audacity is worth little, may ingenuity be the thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! I die from desire. For often, I am so full of yearning that theives could carry me off, and I wouldn't even realize what was happening. By God, Love! you find me Defeated (vensedor=Ventadorn), with few friends and without another master. Why don't you, once, ensnare my lady, before I am consumed with passion?)</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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