By yonder fountain in the grove,
Where the green grass e'en from above
Down to the water's pebbly bed
Its verdant covering hath outspread,
There, 'neath a tree, 'mid white flowers springing,
Lovely and sad, a new song singing,
Sat the disdainful fair whose scorn my heart is wringing.
A la fontana del vergier,
On l' erb er vertz, josta 'l gravier,
A l' ombra d' un fust domesgier,
En aiziment de blancas flors
E de novelh chan costumier,
Trobey sola, ses companhier,
Selha que no vol mon solatz.
On l' erb er vertz, josta 'l gravier,
A l' ombra d' un fust domesgier,
En aiziment de blancas flors
E de novelh chan costumier,
Trobey sola, ses companhier,
Selha que no vol mon solatz.
Original text (French)