giraut: S’ie-us quer conselh, bell’ ami’ Alamanda,
no-l me vedetz, c’om cochatz lo-us demanda;
que so m’a dich vostra domna truanda
que lonh sui fors issitz de sa comanda
que so que-m det m’estrai er e-m desmanda.
Que-m conselhatz?
C’a pauc lo cor dins d’ira no m’abranda,
tan fort en sui iratz.

alamanda: Per Deu, Giraut, ges aissi tot a randa
volers d’amic noi-s fai ni noi-s garanda;
car si l’us falh, l’altre conve que blanda,
que lor destrics no crescha ni s’espanda.
Pero si-us ditz d’alt poi que sia landa,
vos la-n crezatz,
e plassa vos lo bes e-l mals qu-us manda;
c’aissi seretz amatz.

giraut: No posc mudar que contr’orgolh no gronda,
ja siatz vos, donzela, bel’e blonda.
Pauc d’ira-us notz e paucs jois vos aonda;
mas ges no n’etz primera ni segonda!
Et eu que tem d’est’ira que-m confonda,
que me’n lauzatz,
si-m tem perir, que-m traia plus vas l’onda?
Mal cut que-m chabdelatz!

alamanda: Si m’enqueretz d’aital razo prionda,
per Deu, Giraut, no sai com vos responda;
pero, si-us par c’ab pauc fos jauzionda,
mais volh pelar mo prat c’altre-l me tonda.
E s’us er oi del plach far dezironda,
ja l’encerchatz
com so bo cor vos esdui’e-us resconda;
be par com n’etz cochatz!

giraut: Donzel’, oimais no siatz trop parlera!
S’ilh m’a mentit mais de cen vetz primera,
cudatz vos donc que totztems l’o sofera?
Semblaria c’o fezes per nescera
d’altr’amistat. Er ai talan que-us fera,
si no-us chalatz!
Melhor conselh dera Na Barengera
que vos no me donatz.

alamanda: L’ora vei eu, Giraut, qu’ela-us o mera,
car l’apeletz chamjairitz ni leugera;
per so cudatz que del plach vos enquera?
Mas no cut ges que sia tan manera;
ans er oimais sa promessa derrera,
que que-us diatz,
si s’en destrenh tan que ja vos ofera
treva ni fi ni patz.

giraut: Bella, per Deus, no perda vostr’aiuda,
car be sabetz com me fo convenguda.
S’eu m’ai falhit per l’ira c’ai aguda,
no-m tenha dan; s’anc sentitz com leu muda
cor d’amador, ami, e s’anc fotz druda,
del plach pensatz;
que be vos dic: mortz sui, si l’ai perduda,
mas no l’o descobratz!

alamanda: Senher Giraut, ja n’agr’eu fi volguda,
mas ela-m ditz c’a drech s’es irascuda,
c’altra-n preietz com fols, tot a saubuda,
que no la val, ni vestida ni nuda.
No fara donc, si no-us gic, que vencuda,
s’altra-n preiatz?
Be-us en valrai, ja l’ai’eu mantenguda,
si mais no-us i mesclatz.

giraut: Bela, per Deu, si d’ela n’etz crezuda,
per me lo-lh afiatz!

alamanda: Ben o farai; mas can vos er renduda
s’amors, no la-us tolhatz.

giraut: If I ask your advice, dear Alamanda,
do not refuse the request of a man in dire straits;
for your treacherous lady has told me
that I have strayed so far from her commands that
she now denies and withdraws what she granted me before.
What do you advise?
For my heart almost burns within me from sorrow,
I am so very sad.

alamanda: In God’s name, Giraut,
a lover’s wishes cannot be granted or guaranteed all at once;
for if one does wrong, the other must be indulgent,
lest their mutual distress grow and increase.
So if she tells you that a high mountain is a plain,
you must believe it, and accept willingly
the good and the ill which she allots to you;
then you will be loved.

giraut: I cannot help resenting such arrogance,
pretty and blonde though you are, young lady.
You have little cause for sorrow and little joy is plenty for you;
but you come neither first nor second!
But as for me, in danger of being driven to distraction by sorrow,
what do you advise me?
That if I am afraid of drowning I should go nearer the waves?
This is poor advice I think!

alamanda: If you ask me about such a profound matter,
then in God’s name, Giraut, I do not know how to reply;
but, if you think it takes little to make me joyful, I would rather mow
some of my own meadow than have someone else mow all of it.
And though I was anxious to reconcile you today,
still you insist
on how she withdraws and denies her goodwill;
I can see how distracted you are!

giraut: Young lady, don’t be so talkative now!
If she has lied to me more than a hundred times already,
do you think I should continue to put up with it?
It would seem that I was doing so
for lack of any other love.
Now I feel like hitting you,
if you don’t keep quiet!
Lady Berengera would give me better advice than you do.

alamanda: I can see the time coming, Giraut, when she will pay you back
for calling her fickle and wanton;
do you think that will make her seek a reconciliation?
I do not think she will be as tractable as that;
or else it will be the last promise she makes,
whatever you say,
if she forces herself to offer you
truce, terms, or peace.

giraut: Fair one, in God’s name, do not refuse your help,
for you know very well what I promised.
If I have done wrong while I was overwrought,
let me not suffer for it;
if you have ever observed how readily a lover’s mood changes,
my dear, and if you have ever been a lover,
think about a reconciliation; for I tell you truly,
I am a dead man if I have lost her – but keep that a secret!

alamanda: Sir Giraut, I would already have sought your reconciliation,
but she tells me that she is right to be angry,
since you foolishly court another, quite openly,
who is not her equal, either clothed or naked.
Would it not then be craven of her not to leave you,
when you court another?
I will certainly help you, I have said so already,
provided you keep out of that.

giraut: Fair one, in God’s name, if you are in her confidence,
assure her of that on my behalf.

alamanda: I will; but when you have regained
her love, do not cast it away.