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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pos de chantar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz, <br>Farai un vers don sui dolenz: <br>Mais non serai obedienz, <br>En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the desire to sing takes hold of me, <br>I will make a song about my sorrow; <br>I will no longer be a servant of love <br>In Poitou nor in Limousin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Qu'era m'en irai en eisil: <br>En gran paor, en grand peril, <br>En guerra laissarai mon fil, <br>E faran li mal siei vezi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now I will go into exile: <br>In great fear, in great peril, <br>In war, I will leave my son <br>And his people will harm him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo departirs m'es aitan grieus <br>Del senhoratge de Peitieus! <br>En garda lais Folcon d'Angieus <br>Tota la terra e son cozi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The departure from the realm <br>Of Poitiers is so difficult for me! <br>I leave Foucon of Angers in charge <br>Of all the land and of his cousin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Si Folcos d'Angieus no.l socor, <br>E.l reis de cui ieu tenc m'onor, <br>Faran li mal tuit li pluzor, <br>Felon Gascon et Angevi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Foucon of Angers does not help him <br>And the king from whom I hold my realm, <br>Many people will bring him harm, <br>Treacherous Gascons and Angevins. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si ben non es savis ni pros, <br>Cant ieu serai partiz de vos, <br>Vias l'auran tornat en jos, <br>Car lo veiran jov' e mesqui. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If he is neither wise nor mighty <br>When I will have left you, <br>They will soon overthrow him <br>For they will see him young and weak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Merce quier a mon compaignon <br>S'anc li fi tort qu'il m'o perdon; <br>Et ieu prec en Jesu del tron <br>Et en romans et en lati. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seek mercy on my companion <br>If I have ever wronged him, may he pardon me, <br>And I pray to Jesus on the throne, <br>In French and in Latin.  </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">De proeza e de joi fui, <br>Mais ara partem ambedui, <br>Et eu irai m'en a scellui <br>On tut peccador troban fi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have might and joy, <br>But now we all part, <br>And I go to the One <br>With whom all sinners find peace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mout ai estat cuendes e gais, <br>Mas Nostre Seigner no.l vol mais; <br>Ar non puesc plus soffrir lo fais, <br>Tant soi aprochatz de la fi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been most jovial and joyful, <br>But our Lord wants that no more; <br>Now I can suffer this burden no longer <br>Since the end draws so near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tot ai guerpit quant amar sueill, <br>Cavalaria et orgueill; <br>E pos Dieu platz, tot o acueill, <br>E prec li que.m reteng' am si. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have left behind all that I once loved <br>Chivalry and pride; <br>And since it pleases God, I accept all that <br>And pray Him to retain me in His presence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toz mos amics prec a la mort <br>Que vengan tut e m onren fort, <br>Qu'eu ai avut joi e deport <br>Loing e pres et e mon aizi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pray all my friends, at my death <br>That they all come and give me great honor, <br>For I have known joy and pleasure <br>Far and near and in my realm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aissi guerpisc joi e deport <br>E vair e gris e sembeli. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I renounce joy and pleasure <br>The brown, grey, and sable furs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duke+of+Aquintane+Guilluame+IX">Duke of Aquintane Guilluame IX</a><div class=q>
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Farai un vers don sui dolenz: 
Mais non serai obedienz, 
En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation: 

As the desire to sing takes hold of me, 
I will make a song about my sorrow; 
I will no longer be a servant of love ..."></div>
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