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In grief I begin the lament |
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In a song which pains my heart; |
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Grief and pain and chagrin |
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I feel, for I see Youth debased: |
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Baseness is on the rise, and Joy is on the wane |
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Since the Poitevin has died. |
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They are no more, the rewards and praises |
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Which used to come from Poitou; |
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Ah! how the Barrau lament him; |
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It is a burden if I remain here longer; |
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Lord, the baron whom I call to mind— |
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Place him, if you please, in Paradise! |
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It is the Count of Poitiers I lament, |
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Who was the companion of Excellence; |
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Since Distinction and Generosity are lacking, |
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It is a burden for me to remain here long; |
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Lord, keep him far from Hell, |
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For his end was most noble. |
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Lord of Glory, I appeal to you, |
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For you take from me those whom I love; |
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Just as you created Adam, |
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Safeguard him from the cruel bond |
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Of the fire of Hell, so that it will not burn him; |
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For this world mocks us. |
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I consider this world despicable |
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For it cares neither for rich nor poor; |
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Ah! how all my friends pass away, |
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And we poor beggars remain here; |
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But I know that at the Last Judgment |
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The bad shall be separated from the good. |
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Courtly and renowned Gascons, |
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You have lost your lordship; |
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It must be harsh and bitter for you, |
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And for this Youth is miserable, |
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Since it finds none it can find welcome with, |
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Except Lord Alfonso, who has gained Joy. |
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The Normans and the French lament him, |
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As indeed should the king |
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To whom he left his land and his offspring; |
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Since his territory so greatly increases, |
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He will be to blame if he doesn’t appear, |
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Riding against the Saracens. |
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VIII |
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Whoever may grieve for it, they are joyous, |
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The men of the Limousin and of the Angoumois; |
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If he had lived and had it pleased God, |
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He would have conquered them instantly; |
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They are saved because God took him, |
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And for this, mourning has begun in Aunis. |
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The lament has a good subject |
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Which Cercamon sends to Lord Ebles; |
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Ah! how the Gascons mourn him, |
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As do the Spanish and Aragonese; |
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St. James, remember the baron |
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Who lies as a pilgrim before you. |