Seigneurs, Sachiez Qui Or Ne S'en Ira

Lords, know that now shall not go away
In that land where God was dead and alive
And whoever does not take the cross of Outremer
Will hardly go to Paradise
Who has pity and remembrance within
Should seek vengeance from the Most High Lord
And free his land and his country

All the wicked will remain here
Who do not love God, neither honor nor price
And each one says: What will he do with a woman?
I would not leave her for anyone but my friends
Those who fall into too foolish waiting
There is no friend except Him, without doubt
Who was put on the true cross for us

Now those valiant bachelors will go away
Who love God and the honor of these mountains
Who wisely want to go to God
And the sickly, the ashy will remain
They are blind, I do not doubt this
Who does not receive help from God in his life
And loses the glory of the world for so little

Sweet Lady, crowned queen
Pray for us, blessed virgin!
And then afterwards nothing can harm us