Teksty: Mediaeval Baebes. Mirabilis. San'c Fuy Belha Ni Prezada.

San?c fuy belha ni prezada
Ar sui d?aut en bas tornada
Qu?a un vilan sui donanad
Tot per sa gran manentia
E murria, S?ieu fin amic non avia
Cuy disses mo marrimen
E guaita plazen, Qui mi fesson d?alba
Bem platz longa nuech oscura
E mais el temps que plus dura
E non laisges per freidura
Qu?ieu leials gaita no sia
Tota via, Per tal que segurs estia
Fis drutz quan pren gauzimen
De dompna valen
E crit qanvei l?alba

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

If before I was beautiful
And of good reputation
Now I am turned from high to low:
For I am given in marriage to a churlish man
All because of his great wealth,
And I should die, If I did not have a noble lover
To whom I could tell my distress,
And a pleasing watchman
To sound the dawn for me
During the long and dark night,
Which is never too long for me,
I am, despite the cold weather,
A restless watchman over lovers discretion.
Until the first light, I stand guard
to protect my friend,
Then I urge with my cry:
Beware, here comes the dawn