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Song About the Provençal Poets
- The Provençal poets sing well,
- and they say they do it with love,
- but poets who do their singing
- only in the time of flowers
- don't know the pain my heart
- endures because of my lady.
- I know they know how to praise
- the ladies they love in song,
- and how ardently they sing!
- But those who sing only in spring
- know not, may God forgive me,
- the pain I'm always feeling.
- Those who rejoice and make poems
- when the flower is full with color
- and, once the season is over,
- forget their calling as poets,
- don't know the hell I am living,
- this love that keeps on killing.
[English version by Richard Zenith]
