Medieval French trouveres song written by Conon de Bethune performed by Ruth Fraser for Voice and Harp.
Translation:
Ah, Love! How hard it will be to part,
As I must, from the finest woman
Who was ever loved and served.
May God in his goodness bring me back to her
As surely as I part in sorrow.
But what have I said? This is no parting
Though my body goes off to serve our Lord,
My heart remains here, ruled by her.
I sigh for her as I leave for Syria,
Bound not to fail my creator
Whoever fails Him in his need for help
Will surely see Him fail him in greater need;
And let all know, both great and humble,
That knightly deeds should be performed
Where heaven and honour can be won,
And praise and renown and the love of your lady.
God! How pointless our prowess has been!
Now we shall see what real prowess is;
We will go avenge the painful offence
That must leave everyone angry and ashamed,
For we have lived to see the holy place lost,
Where for our sake God suffered torment and death
If we leave our deadly enemies there,
Our lives will be shamed forever.
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