Desert D'amics

Desert of friends, of goods and of lords,
In a strange place and in a weird land,
Far from all good, tired of anger and sorrow,
My will and thoughts are trapped,
I find myself completely under bad power,
I don’t see anyone who cares for me,
And I’m guarded, locked up, chained and caught,
What can I do but accept my sad fate.

I've seen times when nothing pleased me;
Now I’m content with what makes me sad,
And the light chains I now value more
Than in the past the beautiful embroidery.
Fortune sees that she has shown her will
Upon me, wanting me to be at such a point;
But I don’t care, since I’ve done my duty
With all the good ones I found in company.

All these pains are nothing to suffer
In the eyes of one who calms my heart
And makes me depart with hope every day:
As I see nothing that advances us with a push
In cradling our deliverance.

Desert of friends, of goods and of lords,
In a strange place and in a weird land...