A L'ENTRADA DEL TEMPS CLAR (Occitan)
A l'entrada del temps clar, eya
Per jòia recomençar, eya
E per jelós irritar, eya
Vòl la regina mostrar
Qu'el' es si amorosa
A la vi', a la via, jelós,
Laissatz nos, laissatz nos
Balar entre nos, entre nos.
El' a fait pertot mandar, eya
Non sia jusqu'à la mar, eya
Piucela ni bachalar, eya
Que tuit non vengan dançar
En la dansa joiosa.
A la vi', a la via, jelós,
Laissatz nos, laissatz nos
Balar entre nos, entre nos.
Lo reis i ven d'autra part, eya
Per la dança destorbar, eya
Que el es en cremetar, eya
Que òm no li vòlh emblar
La regin' aurilhosa.
A la vi', a la via, jelós,
Laissatz nos, laissatz nos
Balar entre nos, entre nos.
Mais per nïent lo vòl far, eya
Qu'ela n'a sonh de vielhart, eya
Mais d'un leugièr bachalar, eya
Qui ben sapcha solaçar
La dòmna saborosa.
A la vi', a la via, jelós,
Laissatz nos, laissatz nos
Balar entre nos, entre nos.
Qui donc la vezés dançar, eya
E son gent còrs deportar, eya
Ben pògra dir de vertat, eya
Qu'el mont non aja sa par
La regina joiosa.
A la vi', a la via, jelós,
Laissatz nos, laissatz nos
Balar entre nos, entre nos. | AT THE COMING OF BRIGHT WEATHER
At the coming of bright weather, eya,
To bring joy again, eya,
And to irritate the jealous, eya,
The Queen wishes to show
How amorous she is.
Hit the road, hit the road, jealous ones!
Let us dance
Among ourselves.
She has had it proclaimed everywhere, eya,
That between here and the sea, eya,
There should be no maiden nor young knight, eya,
Who does not come to dance
In the joyous dance.
Hit the road, hit the road, jealous ones!
Let us dance
Among ourselves.
The king arrives from elsewhere, eya,
To put a stop to the dance, eya,
Because he is afraid, eya,
That another man will want to steal
The Queen of April.
Hit the road, hit the road, jealous ones!
Let us dance
Among ourselves.
But by no means will she let him do so, eya,
Since she has no care for an old man, eya,
But rather for a lusty young knight, eya,
Who knows well how to solace
The zesty lady.
Hit the road, hit the road, jealous ones!
Let us dance
Among ourselves.
Then whoever sees her dancing, eya,
And disporting her fine body, eya,
Can well say in truth, eya,
That the world holds not the equal
Of the joyous Queen.
Hit the road, hit the road, jealous ones!
Let us dance
Among ourselves. |