Aimeric de Peguilhan

"Lady, for you great torment must I bear. Sir, you are foolish, for I do not care. Lady, for heavens sake to me be kind. Sir, quite in vain your empty prayers youll find. Good lady, I do love you faithfully. Good sir, and I dislike you utterly. Lady, my heart is therefore in distress. Sir, mine is ever light with happiness.Lady, all comfortless, I die for you. Sir, tis a task it takes you long to do. Lady, to live is worse than to bave died. Sir, since it harms me not, Im satisfied. Lady, by you I am discouraged merely. Sir, do you therefore think I love you dearly? Lady, one glance my saving could effect. Sir, hope or comfort you need not expect.Lady, I go elsewhere to beg for grace. Sir, go! for who retains you in this place? Lady, for love of you I cannot go. Tis no affair of mine, sir, as you know. Lady, you answer me so harshly still. Sir, tis because I wish you every ill. Then, lady, I shall never see you kind? Sir, as you say: at last you know my mind."

"Love, you have cast me where I have no heed. For heavens sake, my friend, do what you need. Love, you reward at last for every wound. Friend, I will therefore make you safe and sound. Love, why compel the choice of such a one? Friend, I will show you what had best be done. Love, I cant bear the pain that rends my heart. Friend, I will choose another for your part.Love, all you do I see is of no use. Friend, you do wrong to utter such abuse. Love, must I part from her? Then tell me why. Friend, tis because I grieve to see you die. Love, do not think my heart from her to lure. Friend, then resolve in patience to endure. Love, may I hope my happiness to gain? Friend, yes at last, through service and through pain."

"Car mieills mavetz ses doptanssa, Qe·l Vieills lAsasina gen, Quil vant, neis seron part Franssa, Tant li son obedien, Aucir sos gerriers mortals."

"Si eu en soy desmentitz Caysso no sia veritatz No ner om per mi blasmatz Si per ver mo contreditz; Ans vey sos sabers plus grans Si·m pot venser dayso segons rayso Queu non say ges tot lo sen Salamo."

"Good lady, I from you and Love receive Sense, knowledge, vigor, heart, good words and song; To you and Love the thanks and praise belong If anything of worth I may achieve, For you have given me this mastery."

"We are told that one great lord was so highly pleased with the first song of Aimeric de Pegulhan that he gave him his own palfrey and the very clothes he wore."