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Carlo Martello ritorna dalla battaglia di Poitiers (English (Middle English) translation)

  • Artist: Fabrizio De André
  • Song: Carlo Martello ritorna dalla battaglia di Poitiers 14 translations
  • Translations: English #1, #2, English (Middle English), Esperanto, French #1, #2, French (Old French), German, Greek, Hebrew, Polish, Russian, Spanish, Turkish
  • Requests: English (Old English), Venetan

The Songe of Syr Charles Martel on his Way Backe from the Battle of Poytiers

Kynge Charles was on Hys Way backe from War,
His Countree welcometh Hym
Wreathynge Hym with Laurel,
In this most warme of Springes
The braue Victor's Armowr
Doth shyne in the Svn.
 
The Kynges Helmet was stayned
With the red Blvde of bothe
The Prynce and the Moor;
Now, it is Love's Lvst that maketh
Charles svffer greater Payne
Than Hys bodilie Woundes.
 
"Alas! War doth quench the Winner's Thyrste of Glory
And doth appease Hys Longyng for Honowre,
Yet He hath noe fuckynge Chaunce of makynge Loue,
Then, he who imposeth the Chastitie Belte
On Hys swete Spovse, he may well rvn the Riske
Of loosynge the Keye when the Battle is ragyng!"
 
Thvs is complainyng the Christian Kynge,
Encirclyd bye swete Flowers
Whyle wheat boweth at Hym;
The Mirror of a clear Sprynge of Water
Reflecteth the Prowd Victor
Well saddlyd on Horsses Back.
 
So suddenlie doth appeare in the Water
A wonderfvlle Ymage,
Lyke a Symbol of Loue,
Betwyxte her longe, fayre Braydes
Her naked Breastes do bothe
Shyne in the warme Svn.
 
"No fayrer Ymage haue I neuer ysene!
Noewhere is svch a fayre maiden to bee met!"
Saide Kyng Charles dismountyng qvicke frose Stede;
"Ye prowde Knyghte, I warne Ye!
An other Man doth enjoie mine Beautie.
Ye shoude quench Yowre Thyrste to an easyer Sprynge!"
 
Surprysyd by svlche sharpe Wordes
And feelynge laughëd at
Kynge Charles hee dyde stoppe;
But Hunger hadde more Powre on Hym than Honovr,
And tremblyng dyd the Kynge
Slippe Hys Helmet off.
 
The Kynge was a valyaunte Knyghte:
He dyde deserue all Honowrs
In that Situacyoun too;
And when he had finisshyd Hys Dvtie
He tryde so vncertaynlie
To get on Hys Horsse agayne.
 
The Mayden dyd stoppe Hym at once
And a Bill handyd shee
Svddenlie to Her Majestee:
"Wel, ivste for Ye are my Lorde and Kynge,
Ye owe me fyue Powndes,
And 'tis a specyal Pryce."
 
"Howe can ytt bee, the Lorde damne ytt alle,
That all adventures in thys gracyous Kyngedome
Ende vp regvlarlie wyth payinge a Whore?
Damn, their Billes too are incresyd greatlye:
I can remember that beffore I lefte
Three Powndes were a fayrlye acceptable Pryce!"
 
Then he prouyd to bee a Mother fvckere,
and He got on Hys Stede
As qvicke as Lyghtenynge;
Whyppynge the poor Horsse to Deathe
Among Wisteriae and Elders
The Kynge dyd disappeare.
 
Kynge Charles was on Hys Way backe from War,
His Countree welcometh Hym
Wreathynge Hym with Laurel,
In this most warme of Springes
The braue Victor's Armowr
Doth shyne in the Svn!
 
Submitted by LobolyrixLobolyrix on Wed, 11/01/2017 - 15:16
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Carlo Martello ritorna dalla battaglia di Poitiers

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