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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tant ai mo cor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tant ai mo cor ple de joya,<br>tot me desnatura.<br>Flor blancha, vermeilh'e groya<br>me par la frejura,<br>c'ab lo ven et ab la ploya<br>me creis l'aventura,<br>per que mos chans mont' e poya<br>e mos pretz melhura.<br>Tan ai al cor d'amor,<br>de joi e de doussor, <br>per qu'el gels me sembla flor<br>e la neus verdura.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anar posc ses vestidura,<br>nutz en ma chamiza,<br>car fin'amors m'asegura<br>de la freja biza.<br>Mas es fols qui.s desmezura,<br>e no.s te de guiza,<br>Per qu'eu ai pres de me cura,<br>deis c'agui enquiza<br>la plus bela d'amor,<br>don aten tan d'onor,<br>car en loc de sa ricor<br>non volh aver Piza.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eu n'ai la bon'esperansa.<br>Mas petit m'aonda,<br>c'atressi.m ten en balansa<br>com la naus en l'onda.<br>Del mal pes que.m desenansa,<br>non sai on m'esconda.<br>Tota noih me vir'e.m lansa<br>desobre l'esponda.<br>Plus trac pena d'amor<br>de Tristan l'amador<br>que.n sofri manta dolor<br>per Izeut la blonda.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mas fals lauzengier engres<br>m'an lunhat de so pais<br>que tals s'en fai esdevis<br>qu'eu cuidera qu'ens celes<br>si.ns saubes ams d'un coratge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(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 greenery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 Blond. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(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 will.)</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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tot me desnatura.
Flor blancha, vermeilh'e groya
me par la frejura,
c'ab lo ven et ab la ploya
me creis l'aventura,
per que mos chans mont' e poya
e mos pretz melhura.
Tan ai al cor d'amor,
de joi e de doussor, 
per qu'..."></div>
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