”La Medecina” - Raimon

A la presó estava Bernat Metge

Era el seu tercer empresonament

I per passar el temps distretament

Es dedicà a fer certes receptes

De gran valor.

Era l’any del Senyor

De mil tres-cents noranta-set, o vuit

Quan va escriure aquesta «medecina»

Que serveix per no curar res de res

«Medecina» feta per en Bernat

Metge apropiada a tot mal:

Vós pendreu un badall d’estornell

E dues onces de besturri

Mesclat ab un poc de gingurri

E dos diners de baquiqueu

Si voleu haver un «m'ameu»

Molt més ne valdrà composta;

E puix pendreu una almosta

De fum de palla remullada

Però feu que tota vegada

Hi sia present En Ganet;

E feu-ho passar en lloc net

Cobert ab un tarararat;

E puix sia polvoritzat

E passat per un prim cedaç!

E si hi mescleu arriboràs

Millor sabor hi trobareu

Ulls de moscats hi mesclareu

E dos quarts de bon baldufai

E dels cabells d’En Mardufai

Ab los queixals de Gedeon;

E de la barba d’Absalon

Hi mesclareu, ab un pipiu;

E si llàgremes de Daviu

Podeu trobar, no us sien cares

E, puix, hajau dos pans de mares

Que sien ben secats al sol

Si mestre Bernat Oriol

Vos vol prestar la gramalla blanca

Quítia serà tantost, e franca

De tot mal la vostra persona;

E si mestre Germà vos dóna

Un tros de la gramalla groga

Feu-ho tot picar ans que ploga

Ab los materials prop dits

Los quals sien tots confegits;

E puix sia’n fet lletovari

Que al món no hi sé altre contrari

Que el vostre mal faça fugir

Bernat Metge was in prison

It was his third imprisonment

And to pass the time distractedly

He dedicated himself to making certain recipes

Of great value.

It was the year of the Lord

Of one thousand three hundred and ninety-seven, or eight

When he wrote this "medicine"

Which is good for not curing anything

"Medicine" made by Bernat

Appropriate medicine for all ills:

You will yawn like a starling

And two ounces of besturri

Mixed with a little ginger

And two bucks from Bacchus

If you want to have a "love me"

Much more will be worth composting;

And then you'll hang around

From soaked straw smoke

But do that every time

Ganet was present;

And spend it in a clean place

Covered with a hum;

And it can be sprayed

It passed through a fine sieve!

And if you mix it up you will get there

Better flavor you will find there

Mix in the nutmegs

And two quarters of good baldufai

And En Mardufai's hair

With the teeth of Gideon;

And of Absalom's beard

Mix it, with a pee;

And if tears of David

You can find, they are not expensive

And, well, there are two breads of mothers

That they are well dried in the sun

Yes teacher Bernat Oriol

He wants to lend you the white flag

Quitia will be so much, and frankly

From all evil your person;

And if Master Germà gives you

A piece of the yellow grid

Make it all bite when it rains

With the aforementioned materials

Which are all confederated;

And let's be made of milk

That in the world I know no other contrary

Let your evil flee