El testament d&#039;Amèlia

També n'hi va sa mare,

Quan no hi ha pus remei.

— «Filla, la meva filla,

De quin mal us queixeu?»

— «Mare, la meva mare:

Bé prou que el vós sabeu!

Metzines me n'heu dades

Que em nuen el cor meu.»

— «Filla, la meva filla,

D'això us confessareu.

Quan sereu confessada,

El testament fareu.»

— «Mare, la meva mare:

Ja en tinc fet, de testament;

Del testament que en feia,

Goig d'ell vós pas n'haureu!»

— «Set castells tinc a França:

Tots set en poder meu!

Quatre els deixo a Don Carles...

Don Carles, germà meu!»

— «Un d'ells el deixo als pobres

Perquè en preguin a Déu!

I, els altres dos que resten,

A la mare de Déu!»

— «Totes las meves joies,

Les d'or i les d'argent,

Quan jo ja en sigui morta,

Als argenters dureu.»

— «Filla, la meva filla...

I, a mi, què em deixareu?»

— «Mare, la meva mare,

Us deixo el marit meu!»

— «Perquè el tingueu en cambra,

Ben tancat com ja feu.

Perquè tendres carícies

A la cara li feu...»

— «I us deixo les xinel·les;

Les xinel·les dels peus

Perquè, en baixar l'escala

El coll vos hi trenqueu!»

Translation

Amelia's Last Will

Amelia is ill,

The good king's daughter.

Earls go to visit her;

Earls and most noble people!

Her mother also goes there,

Once nothing more can be done.

— 'Daughter, oh my daughter,

What illness is afflicting you?'

— 'Mother, oh my mother:

You know very well the reason!

You have given me poisons

That cause my heart to become twisted.'

— 'Daughter, oh my daughter,

You must make one last Confession.

Once you've been confessed,

You must make your last will.'

— 'Mother, oh my mother:

I have already made my last will;

From this will that I've redacted,

You won't derive much joy at all!'

— 'I have seven castles in France:

The seven of them are in my power!

I bequeath four of them to Prince Charles...

Prince Charles, my brother!'

— 'One of them I bequeath to the poor

So that they will pray to the Lord!

And, the other two that remain,

I bequeath to the Virgin Mary!'

— 'All of my jewels,

The ones made out of gold and silver,

Once I am dead and buried,

You must take to the goldsmiths.'

— 'Daughter, oh my daughter...

And, what will you bequeath to me?'

— 'Mother, oh my mother,

I bequeath my husband to you!'

— 'So you'll keep him in your bedroom,

Hidden as you already do.

So that you'll be able to caress him sweetly

Across the face...'

— 'And I bequeath you my mule heels";

The mule heels for my feet

So that, as you descend the stairs

You will break your neck!'