Canzone to Bel Vezer on Her Dismissal of the Poet

In vain at Ventadorn full many a friend
Will seek me, for my lady doth refuse me,
And thither small my wish my way to wend,
If ever thus despitefully she use me.
On me she frowningly her brow doth bend,
For why? My love to her hath ne'er an end,
But of no other crime can she accuse me.

The fish full heedless falleth on the prey,
And by the hook is caught; e'en so I found me
Falling full heedless upon love one day,
Nor knew my plight till flames raged high around me.
That fiercer burn than furnace by my fay;
Yet ne'er an inch from them can I away,
So fast the fetters of her love have bound me.

I marvel not her love should fetter me,
Unto such beauty none hath e'er attained;
So courteous, gay, and fair, and good, is she,
That for her worth all other worth hath waned;
I cannot blame her, she of blame is free.
Yet I would gladly speak if blame there be,
But finding none, from speaking have refrained.

I send unto Provence great love and joy,
And greater joy than ever tongue expresseth,
Great wonders work thereby, strange arts employ,
Since that I give my heart no whit possesseth.