Qntal: Un Vers De Dreyt Nien

Farai un vers de dreyt nien:
Non er de mi ni d'autra gen,
Non er d'amore ni de joven,
Ni de ren au,
Qu'enans fo trobatz en durmen
Sobre chevau.

No sai en qual hora'm fuy natz:
No suy alegres ni iratz,
No suy estrayns ni sui privatz,
Ni no'n puesc au,
Qu'enaissi fuy de nueitz fadatz,
Sobr'un pueg au.

Malautz suy e tremi murir,
E ren no'n sai mas quan n'aug dir;
Metge querai al mieu albir,
E no sai cau;
Bos metges er si'm pot guerir,
Mas non, si amau.
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==English translation==
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I've made this rhyme completely free
of senseit's not of you and me,
or youth, or doings he-and-she,
or springtime thoughts.
It came to me while I was sleeping
on my horse.

What planet ruled when I was born?
I'm native here and still feel foreign.
Can't be contented, or forlorn,
or change myself:
I was the midnight work of freaking
magic elves.

I can't tell when I wake or sleep
unless the others keep me briefed.
It almost breaks my heartI'm deeply
plagued by doubts,
and none of them, by Saint Martial,
is worth a mouse.

They say I'll soon be dropping dead
Fetch that doctor, quick!I said
his name has just escaped my head.
No matter who:
he's bad if I do not get well,
good if I do.

My lady friend I've never seen:
I don't know if she's cute or plain,
or if she's kind to me or mean.
Why should I care?
I don't let French and Normans stay
the night in here.

My passion's absolutely strong
but she won't do me right, or wrong.
Avoiding her I get along
just fine. Forget her:
I've others nicer anyway
who please me better.

This verse I've madeof what or who
unknownI'll send to someone who
will send it on to someone who
is in Anjou,
who might decode it and convey
the key to you.