François Villon (France, 1431-1465). Ballad of the ladies of yesteryear. Poems included in "The Will"
Ballad of the ladies of old Abel Rubén
Translation Reches
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Tell me what, tell me where
find Flora, the Roman beauty;
archipelagos where the light is hidden
and Thais to be the cousin sister Eco
doomed to repeat, distant singing
the water, mount the noise, how beautiful
was when I wanted to fate;
more the same snow last year
where do they go? Say
Heloísa
where it is, the so judicious,
for who was castrated and then enclosed Abelardo
the Wise famous Saint-Denis:
paid to such punishment his reckless fire. Where
that queen is also added,
who to Buridan, who had owned, wanted
thrown into the Seine bagging? But the same snow
last year
where do they go?
Queen lily white as
that false siren voice sang Berta
of grand standing, Beatriz, Alis,
Haremburgis that reigned throughout the Maine, and
Joan Lorraine, good and brave, in Rouen
burn the English outlaw, Lady Sovereign
where are saved? But the same snow
last year
where do they go?
not seek, Prince, years or weeks
a hidden place I have escaped
without my chorus sing in your ear:
"But the same snow last year
where do they go?" ********
Double
ballad Abel Rubén
Translation Reches
Love, love hearts,
Do according to your cravings,
go and feasts and gatherings: filled terminaréis
lice.
A Love makes weak men:
heresy Solomon agrees,
Samson loses his glasses. Happy
who does not yield to Love!
Orpheus, musicante tender, touching
rustic sweetness,
before he ran for Love Can
of four teeth.
Narciso, about
pure water falls into the well and can not
out because of his adventures. Happy
who does not yield to Love!
Sardana, the unblemished value
who conquered the kingdom of Crete,
went
spinning like a girl and wanted to be a complete woman.
King David, wise prophet,
two beautiful thighs and proceeds go to forget
God challenges him. Happy
who does not yield to Love!
Amnon dam thirst for love, under the pretext
from hunger, and deflowered
called Tamar
while the foil was burned. He
Herod - how sweat! -
Juan's head roll
by Salome who danced. Happy
who does not yield to Love!
me too poor!, Speak *:
for Love, as a canvas in river was beaten
naked and
know who ordered a tender love of mine,
Catherine, with a cool gesture.
Noël, he saw above,
received some of the dew. Happy
of that which does not give Love!
has not ceasing to prosecute the young
without caution or even at the stake as the adobe
on a broom that flies **.
For him smell like cinnamon. Loco
who also is
tangle with brown or blond girl. Happy
who does not yield to Love!
