I eagerly inhale the breeze
From thee, sweet Provence, blowing;
And all that's thine delights me so,
Such pleasant thoughts bestowing,
That if thy very name is named
I listen joyously.
And ask a hundred words for one—
So sweet to hear of thee.

Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire
Qu'ieu sen venir de Proensa;
Tot quant es de lai m'agensa,
Si que, quan n'aug ben retraire,
Ieu m'o escout en rizen
E'n deman per un mot cen,
Tan m'es bel quan n'aug ben dire.

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