Poem Probably Relating to Raembaut's Unfortunate Love for a Lady, Who Forsook Him for Albert Malaspina

In fierce unrest to race and ride,
To watch, to labour and to grieve,
'Tis well! for these all joy I leave,
And calmly heat or frost abide.
In iron and steel arrayed will pass my days,
And dwell in tangled groves and bosky ways;
Sirventes and Descortz shall be my song,
And still the weak I'll aid against the strong.

What though my Lady's scorn and pride
Should my fond heart full long deceive,
Deem not the less to fame I cleave.
Or sing the less whate'er betide;
Nor deem I shun the deeds that win me praise,
For virtue's call the good knight e'er obeys;
Nor will I die that death of shame and wrong
I feared when in the pass, time was not long.