Classic Poem

[C HANSON NIGHTINGALE EN PROVENCE ] For the joy of time
which bloomed, the nightingale cheerful and glad, and
courting his wife in the hedges; Hence it is my sadness,
because I hear songs, rolls and cries, and I do not know how I
exist because I envy the heart split, or nearly so. Although the
world has greened, anything I hear or I see, I do not think I
should rejoice, as I am concerned, marri and lost, because joy
can not be my guide; as near to whom he submits and de
dication, my heart finds no welfare. To serve I was formed,
so that always, rightly, I keep my eyes and heart set on it,
because no other I was not destined or doomed; and that is
why the night my mind goes to her, as a messenger, to see her
stay, when I'm asleep. Noble lady, the first time you saw me, I
made ÔÇïÔÇïyou sincere homage, and by him you have retained
pledge my heart you wounded and captured at a glance, so
that never again he was not touched d love, nor any other
vassal, and I never changed my route, so I like you. I am your
liege man hired by an oath, and in fact and in appearance,
and all my thoughts turn to you, because I am enriched by
you and listened to (2), and my songs are welcomed; but as I
do not leave Provence, I fear sin against you. Happiness and
delight me would be if you had me in maintenance (3), anger
and hostility that you had with me I do not make foolish
speech, because I do not want to put myself in the wrong ; I
have made ÔÇïÔÇïno fault, penance, and I am healed of that sin.
Linhaure, since you have not seen me, I was in great fear-Now
I like almost Agout makes me welcome.