Very happily, I begin to love – Guilhen de Peiteu

Very happily, I begin to love

a joy from which I will have more pleasure;

and, since I want to be back to joy

I well ought to, if I can, aim for the best;

since I love the best, without doubt,

that one could see or hear.

I (you know as much) should not brag

nor dare I praise myself much;

but if ever could one joy blossom,

this one should above all take roots

and shine above all others

just as the day turns brighter.

And never could anyone portray it

for in want nor wish

nor in though nor in imagination

such a joy can’t find an equivalent;

and if one wanted to praise it properly,

he couldn’t do it in a year.

Totz jois li deu humeliar

Every joy must lower itself

and all royalty obey

my lady, because of her kindness

and of her sweet pleasant visage;

and he will live a hundred times longer

who can partake of her love.

Because of her joy can the sick turn healthy

and because of her displeasure can a healthy man die

and a wise man turn mad

and a handsome man lose his beauty

and the most corteous turn into a lout

and the most churlish turn into a courtier.

Since nobody can find a worthier woman

nor eyes see one, nor mouth describe one,

I want to keep her all for me,

to bring freshness to my heart

and to renew my flesh,

so that it cannot grow old.

If my lady wants to grant me her love,

I am ready to receive it and to reciprocate

I am ready to discretion and cajoling

and to say and do what she pleases,

and to keep her worth into account

and to further her reputation

I don’t dare communicate by proxy,

so much I am afraid to anger her;

nor I myself, so much I am afraid to fail,

dare declare my love precisely;

But she ought to choose what is best for me

because she knows that I shall be saved through her.