Among the Trobairitz

Lady Maria,

        value and valiance,
joy and beauty and intelligence,
    honor, worth, and hospitality,
noble speech and pleasing company,
fine, sweet face and merry countenance,
    gentle gaze and loving glance—
all these, in you, and not the trickster’s art,
they draw me toward you with an honest heart.

I pray you, if it please you, fine amours
    and jouissance and sweet humility
may bring the solace I’ve been longing for,
    and grant me, lovely lady, if it please
you, the gift from which I’d draw all hope and happiness:
    in you lie all my love and lust and liking,
through you I drink up all I taste of gladness,
    and for you I’ve spent many hours sighing.

    And since your valiance and beauty elevate
you over other ladies—none surpasses you—
I pray you, if it please you, in song I dedicate
    to you:
        Don’t love a wooer who’s untrue!

Lovely lady, whom worth and joy exalt,
    and noble speech, to you I send my song,
        for gaiety and gladness are in you,
and all good gifts a man might choose among.