Carmina burana Page #3
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- 1975
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Some gamble, some drink,
some behave loosely.
But of those who gamble,
some are stripped bare,
some are dressed in sacks. Here
no-one fears death, but they throw the
dice in the name of Bacchus. Here
no-one fears death, but they throw
the dice in the name of Bacchus.
First of all it is
to the wine-merchant
that the libertines drink,
one for the prisoners,
three for the living,
four for all Christians,
five for the faithful dead,
six for the loose sisters,
seven for the footpads in the wood,
Eight for the errant brethren,
nine for the dispersed monks,
ten for the seamen,
eleven for the squabblers,
twelve for the penitent,
thirteen for the wayfarers.
To the Pope as to the king
they all drink without restraint.
The mistress drinks, and the master,
the soldier drinks, and the priest,
the man drinks, the woman drinks,
the servant drinks with the maid,
the swift man drinks, and the lazy,
the white and the black man drinks,
the settled man, the wanderer drinks,
the stupid and the wise man drinks,
The poor man and the sick man drinks,
the exile drinks, and the stranger,
the boy drinks, the old man drinks,
the bishop drinks, and the deacon,
the sister drinks, and the brother,
the old lady drinks, and the mother,
this man drinks, that man drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
Six hundred pennies would hardly
suffice, if everyone
drinks immoderately and
immeasurably.
However much they cheerfully drink
we are the ones whom everyone
scolds,
and thus we are destitute.
May those who slander us be cursed
and may their names not be written
in the book of the righteous.
Lo io io io io io io io io!
IQ!
Cupid flies everywhere
seized by desire.
Young men and women
are rightly coupled.
The girl without a lover
misses out on all pleasures,
she keeps the dark night
hidden
in the depth of her heart;
it is a most bitter fate.
Day, night and everything
is against me,
the chattering of maidens
makes me weep,
and often sigh,
and, most of all, scares me.
O friends, you are making fun of me,
you do not know what you are
saying,
spare me, sorrowful as I am,
great
Is my grief,
advise me at least,
by your
honour.
Your beautiful face,
makes me weep a thousand times,
your heart is of ice.
As a cure,
I would be revived
by a kiss.
A girl stood
in a red tunic;
the tunic rustled.
Eia!
Eia! Eia!
Eia!
A girl stood
like a little rose:
her face was radiant
and her mouth in bloom.
Eia!
Eia! Eia!
Eia!
In my heart
there are many sighs
for your beauty,
which wound me sorely.
Ah!
Mandaliet, mandaliet,
my lover does not come.
Mandaliet, mandaliet,
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