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Would You Like Me to Sing?
-Anonymous Trouvere song, 12th/13th Century France
lyrics
Medieval French:
Voulez vous que je vous chant
Un son d’amors avenant?
Vilain ne·l fist mie,
Ainz le fist un chevalier
Souz l’onbre d’un olivier
Entre les braz s’amie.
Chemisete avoit de lin
Et blanc peliçon hermin
Et blïaut de soie,
Chauces ot de jaglolai
Et sollers de flors de mai,
Estroitement chauçade.
Çainturete avoit de fueille
Qui verdist quant li tens mueille;
D’or ert boutonade.
L’aumosniere estoit d’amor
Li pendant furer de flor;
Par amors fu donade.
Si chevauchoit une mule;
D’argent ert la ferreüre,
La sele ert dorade.
Seur la crope par derrier,
Avoit planté trois rosiers
Por fere li honbrage.
Si s’en vet aval la pree:
Chevaliers l’ont encontree,
Biau l’ont saluade:
“Bele, dont estes vous nee?”
“De France sui, la löee,
Du plus haut parage”
“Li rosignous est mon pere
Qui chante seur la ramee
El plus haut boscage,
La seraine, ele est ma mere ,
Qui chante en la mer salee
El plus haut rivage.”
“Bele, bon fussiez vous nee,
Bien estes enparentee
Et de haut parage;
Pleüst a Dieu nostre pere
Que vous me fussiez donee
A fame espousade!”
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Would you like me to sing
A charming song of love?
No rustic composed it,
But rather a knight
Under the shade of an olive tree
In the arms of his sweetheart.
She wore a linen shift
A white ermine wrap
And tunic of silk
Stockings of iris
And shoes of May flowers,
Fitting just right.
She wore a sash of leaves
That turned green in the rain;
It was buttoned with gold.
Her purse was of love
And had pendants of flowers;
It was a love gift.
She rode a mule;
Its shoes were of silver,
Its saddle of gold.
On the cropper behind her,
Three rosebushes grew
To provide her with shade
So she went down through a field:
Some knights encountered her,
And greeted her nicely:
“Lady, where were you born?”
“From France I am, the renowned,
Of the highest birth”
“The nightingale is my father
Who sings in the branches
High up in the woods,
The siren is my mother,
Who sings up high
on the shore of the salt sea.”
“Lady, such birth bodes well!
You are of fine parentage
And high birth;
Would that God our father
Would give you to me
As my wedded wife!”
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