Tartarassa ni voutor
Pèire Cardenal| Original | Traduzione inglese dal libretto dell’opera di Jordi Savall “Le... |
| TARTARASSA NI VOUTOR | NEITHER THE KITE NOR THE VULTURE |
| Tartarassa ni voutor No sent tan leu carn puden Quom clerc e prezicador Senton ont es lo manen. Mantenen son sei privat, E quant malautia-l bat, Fan li far donassio Tel que-l paren no-i an pro. | Neither the kite nor the vulture can scent stinking flesh as quickly as priests and predicators can scent a rich man. They are his friends immediately, and when he falls ill, they make him give so much money that his family receive none. |
| Franses e clerc an lauzor De mal, quar ben lur en pren! E renovier e trachor An tot lo segl' eissamen, C'ab mentir et ab barat An si tot lo mon torbat Que no-i a religio Que no'n sapcha sa leisso. | Frenchmen and priests praise evil, for they profit from it, thus do the usurers and traitors share the century, for through lies and deceit, they have caused such trouble in the world that there is no religion that has not learned of it. |
| Saps qu'endeven la ricor De sels que l'an malamen Venra un fort raubador Que non lur laissara ren: So es la mortz, que-ls abat, C'ab catr'aunas de filat Los tramet en tal maizo Ont atrobon de mal pro | Do you know what becomes of ill-gotten wealth? A powerful thief will come and leave them nothing: it is death that kills them, for with a net four ells long death sends them to a place where they will live in great discomfort. |
| Hom, per que fas tal follor Que passes lo mandamen De Dieu, quez es ton senhor E t'a format de nien La trueia ten al mercat Sel que ab Dieu si combat: Que-l n'aura tal guizardo Com ac Judas lo fello. | Man, why do you commit such folly as transgressing the commandments of God your lord who created you from nothing? The man who fights against God is holding a sow at market, and his reward will be the same as that of the criminal Judas. |
| Dieus verais, plens de doussor, Senher, sias nos guiren Gardas d'enfernal dolor Peccadors e de turmen, E solves los del peccat En que son pres e liat, E faitz lur veray perdo, Ab vera confessio | True God, full of kindness, Lord, take care of us, protect sinners from infernal pain and torment and absolve the sinners who hold them prisoner, grant them a true pardon by a true confession. |
