Time turns and comes and goes
through days, through months, through years,
and, sadly, the only thing I know is
I have a single hunger
that lasts on and on and never changes
for the one I love and always will,
though I get no satisfaction.
through days, through months, through years,
and, sadly, the only thing I know is
I have a single hunger
that lasts on and on and never changes
for the one I love and always will,
though I get no satisfaction.
who no longer feel love in their hearts,
lacking all charm and only annoying others.
May God not hate me so much as to let
me live one year, one month, one single day
with the boredom
of having no taste for love.
lacking all charm and only annoying others.
May God not hate me so much as to let
me live one year, one month, one single day
with the boredom
of having no taste for love.
Ventadorn is a twelfth-century Provencal troubadour poet who wrote in the Occitan language. My translation is partly based on Google's attempt to translate the poem from Catalan. (:
