XIV, No m' agrad' iverns ni pascors,

XIV.

No m' agrad' iverns ni pascors,

Ni clar temps ni fuelhs de guarricx,

Quar mos enans me par destricx

E totz mos magers gaugz dolors;

E son maltrag tug mei lezer

E dezesperat mei esper;

E si m sol amors e dompneys

Tener guay plus que l' aigua 'l peys;

E pus d' amdui me sui partitz,

Cum hom eyssellatz e marritz,

Tot' autra vida m sembla mortz

E tot autre joy desconortz.

Pus d' amor m' es falhida 'l flors

E 'l dous frug e 'l gras e l' espicx,

Don jauzi' ab plazens predicx,

E pretz m' en sobrav' et honors,

E m fazia entr' els pros caber,

Era m fai d' aut en bas chazer;

E si no m sembles fols esfreys,

Anc flama tan tost non s' esteys

Qu' ieu for' esteyns e relenquitz

E perdutz en fagz et en digz,

Lo jorn que m venc lo desconortz

Que no m merma, cum que m' esfortz.

Pero no m comanda valors,

Si be m sui iratz et enicx,

Qu' ieu don gaug a mos enemicx

Tan qu' en oblit pretz ni lauzors;

Quar ben puesc dan e pro tener,

E sai d' irat jauzens parer

Sai entr' els Latis e 'ls Grezeis:

E 'l marques, que l' espaza m ceis,

Guerreye lai blancs e droguitz;

Et anc pus lo mons fo bastitz,

No fes nulha gens tan d' esfortz

Cum nos, quan dieus nos n' ac estortz.

Belhas armas, bos feridors,

Setges e calabres e picx,

E traucar murs nous et anticx,

E venser batalhas e tors

Vey et aug, e non puesc vezer

Ren que m puesc' ad amor valer;

E vauc sercan ab rics arneys

Guerras e coytas e torneys,

Don sui, conquerenz, enrequitz;

E pus joys d' amor m' es falhitz,

Totz lo mons me par sol uns ortz,

E mos chans no m' es mais conortz.

Lo Marques vey honrat e sors

E Campanes, e 'l coms Enricx,

Sicar, Montos e Salanicx,

E Costantinople socors,

Quar gent sabon camp retener,

E pot hom ben proar en ver;

Qu' ancmais nulha gent non ateys

Aitan gran honor apareys

Per bos vassals, valens, arditz,

E nostr' emperi conqueritz;

E dieus trameta nos esfortz

Qu' elh se trai' a cap nostre sortz.

Anc Alixandres no fetz cors,

Ni Karles ni 'l reys Lodoycx

Tant honrat; ni 'l coms N Aimericx,

Ni Rotlan ab sos ponhedors,

No saubron tan gen conquerer

Tan ric emperi per poder

Cum nos, don pueia nostra leys;

Qu' emperadors e ducx e reys

Avem fagz, e castels garnitz

Pres dels Turcx e dels Arabitz;

Et ubertz los camis e 'ls portz

De Brandis tro al bratz Sanh Jortz.

Doncs que m val conquitz ni ricors?

Qu' ieu ja m tenia per plus ricx,

Quant era amatz e fis amicx,

E m payssia cortes' amors;

N' amava mais un sol plazer

Que sai gran terr' e gran aver;

Qu' ades on plus mos poders creys,

N' ai maior ir' ab me mezeis;

Pus mos Belhs Cavaliers grazitz

E joys m' es lunhatz e faiditz,

Don no m venra jamais conortz;

Per qu' es mager l' ira e plus fortz.

Belhs dous Engles, francx et arditz,

Cortes, essenhatz, essernitz,

Vos etz de totz mos gaugz conortz,

E quar viu ses vos fatz esfortz.

Per vos er Damas envazitz

E Jerusalem conqueritz,

E 'l regnes de Suria estortz,

Qu' els Turcx o trobon en lur sortz.

Los pelegris perjurs faiditz,

Que nos an sai en camp gequitz,

Qui los manten en cort es tortz;

Que quascus val meins vius que mortz.

Rambaud de Vaqueiras.

XIII, Ara farai, no m puesc tener,

XIII.

Ara farai, no m puesc tener,

Un sirventes en est son gay,

Ab bos motz leus per retener,

Sitot chantar cum sol no m play;

Quar li ric son tan non chalen

Qu' el pretz ne perdon d' aquest mon,

Quar cobeytatz los vay vensen,

Don proeza s bayssa e s cofon.

Quar aras no ven a plazer

Joys ni deportz ni pretz veray,

Enans creys malvestatz per ver

E falsetatz contra ver vay,

E paratges pren aunimen

Per vilas coutz on totz be s fon,

Quar tan son ples de mal talen

Que tot bon fag de lor s' escon.

E qui vol de lor grat aver

Er ses merce ab cor savay,

E fara tot fach per aver

Sol que n' aya, que pueys n' er may

Honratz e tengutz per paren,

E sia vengutz no sai don;

Qu' er non es prezatz hom valen,

Si non a pro de que s' aon.

Mas us enfans cobra poder

Qu' es a paratge lums e ray,

Que ses elh no pogra valer

Ans er al bas per tos temps may,

Mas tant a pres gran honramen

De selhs de qui fetz planqua e pon,

Eychanple tal qu' ab cor temen

Son Frances, quar tan prop li son.

Don prec Ieshu Crist que poder

Li don e qu' el garde, si 'l play,

Que clercx no 'l puescon dan tener

Ab fals prezicx totz ples d' esglay,

Quar tant es grans lur trichamen

Qu' el fuecx enfernals plus preon

Ardran, quar volon tant argen

Qu' hom peccaire fan cast e mon.

A la gleiza falh son saber,

Quar vol los Frances metre lay

On non an dreg per nulh dever,

E gieton cristias a glay

Per lengatge sens cauzimen,

Quar volon lo segle redon;

Pero en camp clercx non aten,

Mas de perdon daran un mon.

Lo coms a laus de tota gen

D' Astarac, e s' espenh amon

Son pretz, et a en dar talen,

E flac cor ab luy no s' apon.

Guillaume Anelier de Toulouse.

XX, Domna, dels angels regina, (lenga romana, Romans); Pierre de Corbiac

XX.

Domna, dels angels regina,

Esperansa dels crezens,

Segon que m' aonda mos sens

Chan de vos lenga romana;

Quar nuls hom just ni peccaire

De vos lauzar no s deu traire,

Can sos sens miels l' aparelha

Romans o lenga latina.

Domna, roza ses espina,

Sobre totas flor' s olens,

Verga seca frug fazens,

Terra que ses labor grana,

Estela del solelh maire,

Noirissa del nostre paire,

El mon una no us somelha

Ni londana ni vezina.

Domna joves e mesquina,

Fost a dieu obediens

En totz sos comandamens;

Per que la gen crestiana

Cre ver e sap tot l' afaire

Que us dis l' angel saludaire,

Que consebras per l' aurelha

Dieu que enfantes vergina.

Domna, verges pura e fina

Ans que fos l' enfantamens 

Et apres tot eissamens,

De vos trais sa carn humana 

Jhesu Crist nostre salvaire; 

Si com, ses frachura faire, 

Vai e ven rais quan solelha 

Per la fenestra vezina.

Domna, vos etz l' aiglentina

Que trobet vert Moysens,

Entre las flamas ardens;

E la toizos de la lana

Que s moillet en la sec' aire,

Don fo Gedeons proaire;

Mas natura s meravelha

Com romazest enterina. 

Domna, estela marina,

De las autras plus luzens,

La mars nos combat e 'l vens;

Mostra nos via certana:

Quar si ns vols a bon port traire

No tem nau ni 'l governaire,

Ni 'l tempier que ns estorbilla

Ni 'l stobi de la marina.

Domna, metges e metzina,

Lectoaris et enguens,

Nos nafratz de mort temens

La velia oing e sana;

Dossa, pia, de bon aire

Fai nos tost de mal estraire,

Quar perdutz es qui s fonilla,

Pos la mortz l' es trop aizina.

Dieu espoza, filh' e maire,

Manda 'l filh e prega 'l paire,

Ab l' espos parl' e conselha

Com merces nos si' aizina.

Pos durmen mas tu ns revelha

Ans que ns sia mortz vezina.

Pierre de Corbiac.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peire_de_Corbiac

Peire de Corbiac or Corbian was a Gascon cleric and troubadour of the thirteenth century. His most famous works are a religious piece, the Prière à la Vierge (prayer to the Virgin), and his "treasures",
Lo tezaurs (c. 1225).

https://archive.org/details/letresordepierr00latigoog

Peire was born at Corbiac near Bordeaux to a poor family. He was educated at Orléans in the Scholastic tradition. His nephew was the troubadour Aimeric de Belenoi, whose vida refers to him as maestre (master, teacher) and Peire elsewhere calls himself maistre. Certainly Peire's Tezaur is didactic in nature: his purpose in writing was to convince the wise that though he was poor in material terms he was richer still. Composed in 840 alexandrines, the Tezaur is an encyclopaedic compilation of all that the troubadour knew. The work displays a great breadth of knowledge. He expends 547 lines narrating the chief events of the Old and New Testaments, then discusses the seven liberal arts, medicine, surgery, necromancy, mythology, the lives of the ancient Greeks and Romans, and those of the contemporary French and English.

Peire was familiar with the work of Venerable Bede, of John de Holywood, and of Chrétien de Troyes. He also provides the modern historian with several pieces of crucial information not found elsewhere. He refers to dancing the Sanctus, Agnus, and the Cunctipotens, showing that the liturgy was performed. The Tezaur also contains the first mention of contrapointamens, a century before its appearance in Latin as contrapunctus, today's counterpoint. The Tezaur had a lasting influence in the Late Middle Ages. The Jew Emanuele da Roma wrote the Ninth Meḥabbereth, a Hebrew poem based on the Tesoretto of Brunetto Latini, itself based on the Tezaur of Peire.

Peire was a religious man, as the dedicatory first verse of his Tezaur attests: it contains a dedication to Jesus and Mary and a statement of Trinitarian faith:

Domna, rosa ses espina,

sobre totas flors olens,

verga seca frug fazens,

terra que ses labor grana,

estela, del solelh maire,

noirissa del vostre paire,

el mon nulha no.us semelha

ni londana ni vezina.

Domna, verge pura e fina,

ans que fos l'enfantamens,

et apres tot eissamens,

receup en vos carn humana

Jesu Crist, nostre salvaire,

si com ses trencamen faire

intra.l bels rais, quan solelha,

per la fenestra veirina.

Domna, estela marina

de las autras plus luzens,

la mars nos combat e.l vens;

mostra nos via certana;

car si.ns vols a bon port traire

non tem nau ni governaire

ni tempest que.ns destorbelha

ni.l sobern de la marina.

Lady, rose without thorn,

sweet above all flowers,

dry rod bearing fruit,

earth bringing forth fruit without toil,

star, mother of the sun,

nurse of thine own Father,

in the world no woman is like to thee,

neither far nor near.

Lady, virgin pure and fair

before the birth was

and afterwards the same,

received human flesh in thee

Jesus Christ our Saviour,

just as without causing flaw,

the fair ray enters when the sun shines

through the window-pane.

Lady, star of the sea,

brighter than the other stars,

the sea and the wind buffet us;

show thou us the right way:

for if thou wilt bring us to a fair haven,

ship nor helmsman fears

not tempest nor tide

lest it trouble us.