Per Servir Amor - Raimon

Tot llaurador és pagat del jornal

e l’advocat qui perd lo guanyat plet.

Jo, per servir amor, romanc desfet

de tot quant he, que servir no me’n cal.

He fet senyor del seny a mon voler,

veent amor de mon seny mal servit:

rapaç l’he fet e Déu a part jaquit

e són setze anys que lo guardó esper.

Amor, amor, poc és vostre poder

per altre hom, com jo, fer tant amar.

Anau, anau vostres armes provar

en contra aquell qui vostre no vol ser!

Every farmer is paid a wage

and the lawyer who loses what he won.

I, to serve love, remain undone

of all I have, I don't need to serve.

I have made my mind the master of my will,

seeing love of my sanity ill-served:

I have made him a raptor and God apart from him

and I have been waiting for the award for sixteen years.

Love, love, little is your power

for another man, like me, to love so much.

Go, go test your weapons

against him who does not want to be yours!