Of all the sweet birds, I love the most
The lark and nightingale;
For they the first of all awake,
The opening spring with songs to hail.
And I, like them, when silently
Each Troubadour sleeps on,
Will wake me up, and sing of love
And thee, Vierna, fairest one! ...
La lauzeta e'l rossinhol
Am mais que nulh' autr' auzel,
Que pel joy del temps novel
Comenson premier lur chan:
Et ieu, ad aquel semblan,
Quan li autre trobador
Estan mut, ieu chant d'amor
De ma dona Na Vierna.
Am mais que nulh' autr' auzel,
Que pel joy del temps novel
Comenson premier lur chan:
Et ieu, ad aquel semblan,
Quan li autre trobador
Estan mut, ieu chant d'amor
De ma dona Na Vierna.