Veles e Vents - Raimon

Veles e vents han mos desigs complir

Facent camins dubtosos per la mar

Mestre i ponent contra d’ells veig armar:

Xaloc, llevant, los deuen subvenir

Ab llurs amics lo grec e lo migjorn

Fent humils precs al vent tremuntanal

Que en son bufar los sia parcial

E que tots cinc complesquen mon retorn

Bullirà el mar com la cassola en forn

Mudant color e l’estat natural

E mostrarà voler tota res mal

Que sobre si atur un punt al jorn

Grans e pocs peixs a recors correran

E cercaran amagatalls secrets:

Fugint al mar, on són nodrits e fets

Per gran remei en terra eixiran

Amor, de vos, jo en sent més que no en sé

De què la part pitjor me’n romandrà

E de vós sap lo qui sens vós està:

A joc de daus vos acompararé

Jo tem la mort per no ser-nos absent

Perquè amor, per mort, és a nul.

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Mas jo no creu que mon voler sobrats

Pusca esser per tal departiment

Jo só gelós de vostre escàs voler

Que, jo morint, no meta mi en bolit

Sol est pesnsar me tol del món delit

Car, nos vivint, no creu se pusca fer:

Après ma mort, d’amar perdau poder

E sia tost en ira convertit

E, jo forçat d’aquest món ser eixit

Tot lo meu mal serà vós no veer

Amor, de vós jo en sent més que no en sé

De què la part pitjor me’n romandrà

E de vós sap lo qui sens vós està:

A joc de daus vos acompararé

Sails and winds have made our wishes come true

Taking dubious paths through the sea

Teacher and speaker against them I see armed:

Xaloc, Levant, they must support them

With their friends the Greek and the afternoon

Making humble prayers to the mountain wind

That they are blowing them is partial

And that all five complete my return

The sea will boil like a pan in the oven

Changing color and natural state

And he will show that he wants nothing wrong

What if I stopped a point a day

Big and few fish on the course will run

And they will look for secret hiding places:

Fleeing to the sea, where they are nurtured and made

For a great remedy on earth they will come out

Love, I feel more than I know about you

Of which the worst part will remain with me

And he knows about you who is without you:

In a game of dice I will match you

I fear death not to be absent from us

Because love, because of death, is null and void.

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But I don't think I want leftovers

It could be for that department

I am jealous of your want

That, dying, I don't put myself in a mess

I am alone in thinking about the world of delight

Because, living us, you don't think you can do:

After my death, you lose the power to love

And be turned to wrath

And, I forced from this world to be successful

All my pain will be you not seeing

Love, I feel more than I know about you

Of which the worst part will remain with me

And he knows about you who is without you:

In a game of dice I will match you