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Ôwê, war sint verswunden

Alliu mîniu jâr!

Ist mîn leben mir getroumet

Oder ist ez wâr?

Daz ich ie wânde, daz iht waere

Was daz iht?

Dar nâch hân ich geslâfen

Und enweiz es niht

Nû bin ich erwachet

Und ist mir unbekant

Daz mir hie vor was kündic

Als mîn ander hant

Liute unde lant, dar in ich

Von kinde bin erzogen

Die sint mir frömde worden

Reht als ob ez sî gelogen

Die mîne gespilen wâren

Die sint traege und alt

Bereitet ist daz velt

Verhouwen ist der walt

Wan daz daz wazzer fliuzet

Als ez wîlent flôz

Für wâr, ich wânde

Mîn ungelücke wurde grôz

Mich grüezet maneger trâge

Der mich bekande ê wol

Diu welt ist allenthalben

Ungenâden vol

Als ich gedenke an manegen

Wünneclîchen tac

Die mir sint enpfallen

Als in daz mer ein slac

Iemer mêre ouwê

English translation:

Alas, where have they gone to, year on weary year?

Was it all a dream then, my life’s, my love’s career?

Things I took for granted, were they really so?

Sleep, sleep overtook me, and then I didn’t know

Now I have awakened, but like a foreign land

Are things once as familiar as my own right hand

The people and the places that as a child I knew

Now seem strange and distant, a tale which isn’t true

Children I once played with are no longer young and proud

The forests have been levelled, the meadows have been ploughed

But for the river flowing where it always flowed

My heart could never carry its heavy, heavy load

Some who paid me honour now turn their eyes away;

The world is too ungrateful when one is old and grey

Fondly I remember what joy there used to be

Those days have vanished traceless as ripples on the sea

Evermore, alas!

Alas, for the young people, how lamentable they are

Once they were so courtly, a better crowd by far

All they know is worry! Why are they so sad?

Though I search the world over, not one I find is glad

Dancing, laughing, singing are no-where in their creed

No Christian ever saw a more pathetic breed

Just look at how the ladies bind up their hair;

Proud knights attired in costumes the peasantry might wear

Unlovely, unkind letters have come to us from Rome;

Distress caused at a distance brings despondency at home

Once we lived not badly. It troubles me within:

When laughter turns to mourning, what then do we win?

The wild birds in the branches, they too lament our plight

How can I continue to hope for some respite?

Oh, but this is foolish, to be so sorely vexed!

To seek joy in this world is to lose it in the next

Evermore, alas!

Alas, how we’ve been poisoned by things which taste so sweet

If you take the honey, gall is what you’ll eat

The world without is pleasing, white and green and red;

Within, dark black’s her colour, dismal like the dead

Whoever she seduces should look to be redeemed;

Penance for some great sin may be lighter than it seemed

Take note, you knights, consider! This is your travail:

You wear the shining helmet, the shirt of strong chain mail

Yours is the sturdy long-shield, the consecrated sword;

I wish that I were worthy of such a bless’d reward

What riches I, a poor man, could then accumulate

(I don’t mean gold or silver or any vast estate!)

An eternal crown of glory would then my brow enhance;

Any simple soldier could win one with his lance

If I could cross the ocean, if that could come to pass

My song would be rejoicing, and nevermore «alas!»

Nevermore «alas!»

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