| 11v La Desputizons dou Croisie et dou DescroisieLa mauvaistiez quen toi samort
Te tient a losteil se devient
Que feras se la mors te mort
Que ne ceiz que li tenz devient
Li mauvais desa demorront
Que ja nuns boens ni demorra
Com vaches en lor liz morront
Buer iert neiz qui delai morra
Jamais recovreir ne porront
Fasse chacuns mieux quil porrat
Lor peresce en la fin plorront
Et sil muerent nuns nes plorra
Ausi com par ci le me taille
Cuides foir denfer la flame
Et acroire et metre a la taille
Et faire de la char ta dame
A moi ne chaut coument quil aille
Mais que li cors puist sauver lame
Ne de prison ne de bataille
Ne de laissier enfans ne fame
Biaux sire chiers que que dit aie
Vos maveiz vaincu et matei
A vos macort a vos mapaie
Que vos ne maveiz pas flatei
La croix preing sans nule delaie
Si doing a Dieu cors et chatei
Car qui faudra a cele paie
Mauvaisement avra gratei
En non dou haut Roi glorieux
Qui de sa fille fist sa meire
Qui par son sanc esprecieux
Nos osta de la mort ameire
Sui de moi croizier curieux
Por venir a la joie cleire
Car qui a same est oblieux
Bien est raisons quil le compeire
Explicit
TranslationThe villainy that takes hold of you,
is what keeps you at home, perhaps?
What will you do if death bites you,
since you do not know what the future holds?
The wretches will remain here—
and no good man will be left—
like cows they will die in their beds;
he who dies over there was born under a lucky star.
They will never revive,
let each man try as he might.
They will end up lamenting their laziness
and if they die, no one will cry for them.
While others do the work for you,
you imagine you will flee the fires of hell,
buying on credit, living in debt,
and making your flesh your mistress.
As long as I can use my body to save my soul,
I don't care how it plays out,
whether I am taken prisonner or face battle or
leave my wife and children behind.
Dear sir, whatever I was able to say,
checkmate, you have bested me!
I agree and make my peace with you,
for you did not sugarcoat things for me.
I am taking the cross without further delay,
and thus give my body and my possessions to God.
For the one who defaults on this payment
will have made a false economy.
In the name of the great glorious King
who made of his daughter his mother,
who by his precious blood
delivered us from a bitter death,
I long to go on crusade
to attain such radiant joy.
For if a person forgets his soul,
it is only right that he pay the price.
FIN
| 11v La Desputizons dou Croisie et dou DescroisieLa mauvaistiez quen toi samort
Te tient a lostel se devient
Que feras se la mors te mort
Que ne ceiz que li tenz devient
Li mauvais desa demorront
Que ja nuns boens ni demorra
Com vaches en lor liz morront
Buer iert neiz qui delai morra
Jamais recovreir ne porront
Fasse chacuns mieux quil porrat
Lor peresce en la fin plorront
Et sil muerent nuns nes plorra
Ausi com par ci le me taille
Cuides foir denfer la flame
Et acroire et metre a la taille
Et faire de la char ta dame
A moi ne chaut coument quil aille
Mais que li cors puist sauver lame
Ne de prison ne de bataille
Ne de laissier enfans ne fame
Biaux sire chiers que que dit aie
Vos maveiz vaincu et matei
A vos macort a vos mapaie
Que vos ne maveiz pas flatei
La croix preing sans nule delaie
Si doing a Dieu cors et chatei
Car qui faudra a cele paie
Mauvaisement avra gratei
En non dou haut Roi glorieux
Qui de sa fille fist sa meire
Qui par son sanc esprecieux
Nos osta de la mort ameire
Sui de moi croizier curieux
Por venir a la joie cleire
Car qui a same est oblieux
Bien est raisons quil le compeire
Explicit
TranslationThe villainy that takes hold of you,
is what keeps you at home, perhaps?
What will you do if death bites you,
since you do not know what the future holds?
The wretches will remain here—
and no good man will be left—
like cows they will die in their beds;
he who dies over there was born under a lucky star.
They will never revive,
let each man try as he might.
They will end up lamenting their laziness
and if they die, no one will cry for them.
While others do the work for you,
you imagine you will flee the fires of hell,
buying on credit, living in debt,
and making your flesh your mistress.
As long as I can use my body to save my soul,
I don't care how it plays out,
whether I am taken prisonner or face battle or
leave my wife and children behind.
Dear sir, whatever I was able to say,
checkmate, you have bested me!
I agree and make my peace with you,
for you did not sugarcoat things for me.
I am taking the cross without further delay,
and thus give my body and my possessions to God.
For the one who defaults on this payment
will have made a false economy.
In the name of the great glorious King
who made of his daughter his mother,
who by his precious blood
delivered us from a bitter death,
I long to go on crusade
to attain such radiant joy.
For if a person forgets his soul,
it is only right that he pay the price.
FIN
|
EN