WHEN I SEE THE LARK, by Bernart de Ventadorn – When I see the lark move its wings with joy towards the sun, here, forgot herself, abandons herself to the sweetness that goes to the heart. Ah, so much envy immediately takes me, to everyone I see surrounded by joy, which is a source of wonder if soon the desire not melts my heart! Alas, so I thought I knew love, and I know so little! Because I can not help but to love the one who always deny me the favor. She took my heart and took away myself. Herself hath taken away, and the whole world. And nothing, denying her to me, she left, except the desire and a heart that yearns in vain. http://www.amazon.com/Bilingual-Edition-Bernart-Ventadorn-Occitan/dp/0773480099
