Contre le tens qui devise

Yver et pluie d'este

Et la mauvais se debrise

Qui de lonc tens n'a chante

Ferai chancon car a gre

Me vient que j'ai en pense

Amores qui en moi s'est mise

Bien m'a droit son dart gete

(During that time between winter and the rains of summer

when the blackbird sings who hasn't sung for such a long time,

I will make a song, because the desire comes to me,

and I have been thinking about it. Love, who has lodged in me,

has indeed struck me straight in the heart with his arrow.)



Toda cousa que a Virgen seja prometuda,

Dereit'e: et gran razon que lle seja teuda.

D'est'un fremoso miragre fez Santa Maria

En Chartres por hua moller que jurad'avia

Que non fezesse no sabado obra sabuda

Per que a Santa Maria ouvesse sannuda.

(All those who ever promise something to the virgin,

it is just and there is great reason that they keep that.

It is of a wonderful miracle done by Holy Mary in Chartres

for a woman who swore an oath that she would never work on Saturday...)