Ab la dolchor del temps novel
Out of the sweetness of the spring,
The branches leaf, the small birds sing,
Each one in its own speech,
Forming the verse of its new song,
Then is it good a man should reach
For that for which he most does long.
Out of the sweetness of the spring,
The branches leaf, the small birds sing,
Each one in its own speech,
Forming the verse of its new song,
Then is it good a man should reach
For that for which he most does long.
Troubador Verse
