Elogi dels Diners - Raimon

Diners de tort fan veritat

E de jutge fan advocat;

Savi fan tornar l’hom orat

Pus que d’ells haja

Diners fan bé, diners fan mal

Diners fan l’home infernal

E fan-lo sant celestial

Segons que els usa

Diners fan bregues e remors

E vituperis e honors

E fan cantar preïcadors:

Beati quorum

Diners alegren los infants

E fan cantar los capellans

E los frares carmelitans

A les grans festes

Diners, magres fan tornar gords

E tornen lledesmes los bords

Si diràs «jas» a hòmens sords

Tantost se giren

Diners tornen los malalts sans;

Moros, jueus e crestians

Lleixant a Déu e tots los sants

Diners adoren

Diners fan vui al món lo joc

E fan honor a molt badoc;

A qui diu «no» fan-li dir «hoc»

Vejats miracle!

Diners, doncs, vulles aplegar

Si els pots haver no els lleixs anar;

Si molts n’hauràs poràs tornar

Papa de Roma

Wrong money makes truth

And from being a judge they become a lawyer;

Savi bring back the prayed man

May there be some of them

Money makes good, money makes bad

Money makes the hell man

And make him a heavenly saint

As you use them

Money makes quarrels and regrets

And reproaches and honors

And they sing prayers:

Blessed quorum

Money makes children happy

And they make the chaplains sing

And the Carmelite friars

At the big parties

Money, skinny makes you fat

And the edges are ugly again

If you will say "jas" to deaf men

They both turn around

Money makes the sick healthy;

Moors, Jews and Christians

Bless God and all the saints

Money they love

Money makes the world the game

And they do honor to a lot of badoc;

Who says "no" is called "hoc"

Behold a miracle!

Money, then, you want to collect

If you can have them don't let them go;

If you have many, you can return

Pope of Rome