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Peire Vidal

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thumb| Peire Vidal (fl. 12th century) was an Old Occitan troubadour. Forty-five of his songs are extant, twelve with melodies. Quotes La lauzeta e'l rossinholAm mais que nulh' autr' auzel,Que pel joy del temps novelComenson premier lur chan:Et ieu, ad aquel semblan,Quan li autre trobadorEstan mut, ieu chant d'amorDe ma dona Na Vierna. Of all the sweet birds, I love the most  The lark and nightingale;For they the first of all awake,The opening spring with songs to hail.And I, like them, when silently  Each Troubadour sleeps on,Will wake me up, and sing of loveAnd thee, Vierna, fairest one! ... "La lauzeta e'l rossinhol", as translated by Edgar Taylor, Lays of the Minnesingers and Troubadours (1825) p. 240 Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aireQu'ieu sen venir de Proensa;Tot quant es de lai m'agensa,Si que, quan n'aug ben retraire,Ieu m'o escout en rizenE'n deman per un mot cen,Tan m'es bel quan n'aug ben dire. I eagerly inhale the breeze  From thee, sweet Provence, blowing;And all that's thine delights me so,  Such pleasant thoughts bestowing,That if thy very name is named  I listen joyously.And ask a hundred words for one—  So sweet to hear of thee. "Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire", as translated by Edgar Taylor, Lays of the Minnesingers and Troubadours (1825) p. 240 Crowned with immortal joys I mountThe proudest emperors above,For I am honoured with the loveOf the fair daughter of a count.A lace from Na Raymbauda's handI value more than all the landOf Richard, with his Poïctou,His rich Touraine and famed Anjou.   When loup-garou the rabble call me,When vagrant shepherds hoot,Pursue, and buffet me to boot,It doth not for a moment gall me;I seek not palaces or halls,Or refuge when the winter falls;Exposed to winds and frosts at night,My soul is ravished with delight.   Me claims my she-wolf (Loba) so divine:And justly she that claim prefers,For, by my troth, my life is hersMore than another's, more than mine. "A tal Donna", in Bruce Whyte: Histoire des Langues Romaines, tom. ii, p. 248; as translated by Sabine Baring-Gould, The Book of Were-Wolves (1865) ch. 5, p. 64 External links Category:Poets from France