Chanterai Por Mon Corage

Sing for my courage
That I wish to comfort
For with my great sorrow
I do not wish to die or go mad
When from the wild land
I see no one return
Where is the one who soothes
The heart, when I hear of him

God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains!

I will endure my long journey
Until the year I see pass
He is on a pilgrimage
May God bring him back!
For, according to my lineage
I do not seek to find a reason
To marry someone else
It is foolish to even talk about it

God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains!

That is why I am sorrowful in my heart
That he is not in Beauvais
In whom I have placed my trust
I have neither joy nor laughter
If he is handsome and I am genteel
Lord God, why did you do this?

When one is attracted to the other
Why have you separated us?
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains

That is why I am in good hope
That I have taken his homage
When the sweet gentle wind
That comes towards the country
Where is the one who attracts me
I gladly turn my face there
Then it seems to me that I feel him
Underneath my gray mantle

God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains

That is why I am greatly deceived
That I was not at the gathering
His shirt that he had worn
He sent to me to embrace
At night, when his love pleads with me
He puts it next to me to sleep
All night against my bare flesh
To soothe my pains

God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains