Peire of Barjac's Farewell to His Lady

Good lady, I am come without disguise
To take my leave of thee for evermore.
Gramercy then, that in the days of yore
It pleased thee to fill my heart with gladness,
Which now it pleaseth thee to change to sadness.
'Tis well thou findest, since our love is o'er,
A knight on whom thou settest greater store,
I'll not complain, nor chide in angry madness;
Hereafter we will meet in friendly wise,
Nor bitter memories between us rise.

And since of plighted vows thou tak'st no heed,
True love thus scorned well may bring us woe,
Then let us to a priest together go,
That each the other from the bond releasing,
May serve new Love with ardour all unceasing,
And greater fealty in service show;
And if by any wrong thou hast brought me low,
I pardon thee, and wish thee joy increasing,
And this full truly, for 'tis shame indeed
When pardon doth not from the heart proceed.

Cruel lady, who didst rouse this jealous ire,
To pleasure thee I once was ever fain,
But folly o'er the jealous man hath reign;
He, both in words and deeds all undiscerning,
Endureth pangs untold and heartfelt yearning;
From morn till eve he dwelleth in sore pain,
Nor eke in one place may he long remain.
Behold me from thy once dear presence turning,
E'en so the leper 'midst his torments dire
Would gladly from the haunts of men retire.