Ja nuns hons pris ne dira sa raison
Mais par esfort puet il faire chançon
Mout ai amis, mais povre sunt li don
Honte i avront, se por ma reançon
Sui ça deus yvers pris
Ce sevent bien mi home e mi baron
Ynglois, Normanz, Poitevin et Gascon
Que je n’ai nul si povre compaignon
Que je lessaisse, por avoir, en prison
Je nou di mie por nule rentrançon
Car encor sui pris
Or sai je bien de voir, certeinnemеnt
Que je ne pris nе ami, ne parent
Quant on me faut por or ne por argent
Mout m’est de moi, mès plus m’est de ma gent;
Qu’après ma mort avront reprochement
Se longuement sui pris
N’est pas mervoille se j’ai le cuer dolant
Quant mes sires mest ma terre en torment
S’il li membrast de nostre soirement
Que nos feïsmes andui communement
Je sai de voir que ja trop longuement
Ne seroie ça pris
Ce sevent bien Angevin et Torain
Cil bacheler qui or sont riche et sain
Qu’encombrez sui loing d’aus, en autre main
Forment m’aidessent, mais il n’en oient grain
De beles armes sont ore vuit et plain
Por ce que je sui pris
Contesse suer, vostre pris soverain
Vos saut et gart cil a cui je m’en clain;
E por ce que je sui pris
Je ne di mie a cele de Chartrain
La mere Loëys
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Ja nuns hons pris Lyrics English
Ja nuns hons taken will not say his reason
But by Esfort Puet he does chançon
Mout ai friends, but povre sunt li don
Shame i before, por my reançon
Sui that deus yvers taken
This well mi home e m baron
Ynglois, Normanz, Poitevin and Gascon
That I have none if povre compaignon
That I raised, to have, in prison
I nou di mie por nule return
Because Encre suis
Now Sai I have to see, Certinnemеnt
That I do not take a friend, don’t parent
When I have to be por or por silver
Mout is me from me, even more is my gent;
That after my death before reproach
Followed for a long time
Is not a seaweed is I have the dolant cuer
When my sires are my land in torment
If it li membrast of our solely
That our feïsmes andui communion
I know to see that I too long
Do not be taken
This Angevin and Train
Bacheler cil which is rich and healthy
What do SUIGNE D’AUS, in other hand
Form help me, but they do not grain
Bele weapons are vituated and plain
Por what I took
Contess SUER, your Soverain taken
Your leaps and gart cil cooked;
E por what I took
I do not say to the chartrain
The mother Loëys
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