Here you will find the Poem Non es meravelha s'eu chan of poet Bernard de Ventadorn
Non es meravelha s'eu chan melhs de nul autre chantador, que plus me tra.l cors vas amor el melhs sui faihz a so coman. Cor e cors e saber e sen e fors' e poder i ai mes. Si.m tira vas amor lo fres que vas autra part no.m aten. Cant eu la vei, be m'es parven als olhs, al vis, a la color car aissi tremble de paor com fa la folha contra.l ven. Non ai de sen per un efan aissi sui d'amor entrepres; e d'ome qu'es aissi conques pot domn'aver almorna gran. Ai Deus! car se fosson trian d'entrels faus li fin amador, e.lh lauzenger e.lh trichador portesson corns el fron denan! Tot l'aur del mon e tot l'argen i volgr'aver dat, s'eu l'agues, sol que ma domna conogues aissi com eu l'am finamen. Bona domna, re no.us deman mas que.m prendatz per servidor, qu'e.us servirai com bo senhor, cossi que del gazardo m'an. Ve.us m'al vostre comandamen, francs cors umils, gais e cortes Ors ni leos non etz vos ges que.m aucizatz, s'a vos me ren. A Mo Cortes, lai on ilh es, tramet lo vers, e ja no.lh pes car n'ai estat tan lonjamen. English (It's no wonder that I sing better than any other singer, for I am the one whose heart is most strongly drawn towards love, and the most obedient to Love's law. Heart and body, intellect and instinct, strength and power, all these have I engaged. And the bridle steers me so strongly to love that I pay no attention to anthing else. When see her, it's visible in my eyes, my face, my color, because I tremble with fear like a leaf in the wind. I have no more sense than a babe, so dominated am I by love; and for a man so vanquished, a lady should have great sollicitude. Oh, God! If it were only possible to separate out the true lovers and the false; and if the flatterers and cheats only wore horns in the middle of their foreheads. All the gold in the world, all the silver, if I had them, I would give them away, so that my lady could see how truly I love her. Good Lady, I ask you nothing else but that you take me as your servant, so that I could serve you as a good master, whatever my reward may be. You see me here at your orders, you who are honest and humble, cheerful and courtly. You are neither a lion nor a bear, who would kill me if I gave myself to you. To my Courtly One, where she is, I send this verse, and may it not weigh that am so far distant.)