Jul 18, 2014
(english translation taken from Songs of the Women Trouvères)
Neither cold nor frost
Can chill my body
So much has his love inflamed me;
So I lament and weep and sigh,
For I have devoted my whole being
To serving him.
I should be better loved for it.
I do not know how to lead my life
Unless I obtain the counsel of another,
For he has me in his sway
Who love I was, and will always be.
So alas! what can I do,
When Love rules and possesses me?
I cannot withdraw my heart,
Nor do I expect joy from another.
Too many torments and adversities
Do lovers endure
Love, through this great outrage
You are killing me, I do not know why.
You have incited me
To where I should not.
My song ends here,
Since for me joy has ended;
For in my body grows a root
I cannot uproot.
