‘Translation of Marcabru’s L’autrier Just’una Sebissa’ by Joseph S. Salemi

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Translation

(1)
By a hedge, the day before,
I met a half-breed shepherdess
Full of cheer and sense no less—
A peasant woman’s child. She wore
A cloak of fur. One could adore
Her simple skirt and canvas clothes,
Wooden clogs and woolen hose.

(2)
I crossed the field to say hello.
“Girl,” I said, “you fetching thing, you—
I fear the wind will chill and sting you.”
The girl said “Sir, it is not so.
God and my nurse have made me grow,
And whether winds blow strong or stealthy,
I stay happy, safe, and healthy.”

(3)
“Girl,” I said, “sweet pious child,
I have detoured from my way
To keep you company this day.
I reckon it a thing ill-styled
That in this place, remote and wild,
You tend so big a flock as this
All alone, companionless.”

(4)
“My lord,” she said, “whatever I be,
Folly and sense I can discern.
Your company, good sir, I spurn
And leave it to your lady. She
Has more right to the thing than me—
Your luckless lady who believed
She had it, but is quite deceived.”

(5)
“Girl of noble stance and gait,
That father was a cavalier
Who sired you—your mother dear
Though low-born seemed of high estate.
The more I gaze on you I rate
Your beauty higher, and I brighten.
Can you not unbend, untighten?”

(6)
“Sir, my conduct and my race
Are rooted and go, as I avow,
Back to the pruning knife and plow—
That is the heritage I trace.
But there are knights whose better place
Would be to work till their bones creak
For six days out of every week!”

(7)
“Girl,” I said, “a fairy queen
Gave you a polished gift at birth—
A loveliness of priceless worth
Beyond all peasant girls I’ve seen.
Such beauty would have twice its sheen
If I could see myself above
Just once, with you below, in love.”

(8)
“Good sir, you’ve heaped on me such praise
And lifted me so high in price
It pleases me—but take advice:
In payment for such pretty lays
May you, as you go your ways,
Take this farewell: ‘Gape, buffoon!’
While you stand dumbstruck at noon.”

(9)
“Girl, all savage wicked hearts
Can be tamed by cultivation.
I know, from long-drawn expectation,
A peasant girl of your sort starts
To soften in her sternest parts
And makes a man fine company
When neither lies—not he, not she.”

(10)
“Lord, when men are folly-driven
They make you promises and vows.
Sir, your homage disallows
My maidenhood, the which I’ve striven
To keep. I shall not be forgiven
If I sell cheap my unplucked fruit
And change my name to prostitute!”

(11)
“Girl, it’s so that every creature
(Let us speak in language pure)
Is true to type, and to be sure,
Reverts at last to innate feature
Since nature is the final teacher.
In a small shed by this field
You’ll feel safe, and sweetly yield.”

(12)
“Yes, my lord, but think what’s right—
A fool seeks folly as a sport.
A courtly man seeks dames at court,
A peasant seeks his own delight.
And many places suffer blight
Because folks have ignored degree—
So say the wise old folks to me.”

(13)
“Lovely one, I have not seen
Another, of your shape, so vicious
Nor with a cruel heart so capricious.”

(14)
“My lord, the owl lets us know
That one man gazes at a painting—
Another longs for manna, fainting.”

[/column]Original Provençal

(1)
L’autrier just’una sebissa
Trobey pastora mestissa
De joi e de sen massissa,
E fon filha de vilaina;
Cap’e gonela, pelissa,
Vest e camiza treslissa,
Sotlars e causas de laina.

(2)
Ves lieys vau per la planissa;
“Toza,” fi m’ieu, “re faytissa,
Dol ay gran del ven que.us fissa.”
“Senher,” so dis la vilayna,
“Merce Dieu e ma noirissa,
Pauc m’o pres si.l vens m’erissa,
C’alegreta soi e sayna.”

(3)
“Toza,” fi m’ieu, “cauza pia,
Destoutz me soy de la via
Per far a vos companhia,
Car aytal toza vilayna
Non pot ses parelh paria
Pastorjar tanta bestia
En aytal loc, tan soldayna.”

(4)
“Don,” fay sela, “qui que sia,
Ben conosc sen o fulia;
La vostra parelhayria,
Senher,” so dis la vilaina,
“Lay on se tanh si s’estia,
Que tals la cuj’en baylia
Tener, no n’a mays l’ufayna.”

(5)
“Toza de gentil afayre,
Cavayers fo vostre payre
Que.us engenret, e la mayre
Tan fon corteza vilayna.
Com pus vos gart, m’es belayre,
E pel vostre joi m’esclaire;
Si fossetz un pauc humayna!”

(6)
“Senher, mon genh e mon ayre
Vey revertir et retrayre
Al vezoich et a l’arayre,
Senher,” so ditz la vilayna;
“Mays tal se fay cavalgayre
C’atretal deuria fayre
Lo seis jorns de la semayna!”

(7)
“Toza,” fi m’ieu, “gentil fada
Vos adrastec can fos nada
D’una beutat esmerada
Sobre tot’autra vilayna;
E seria.us be doblada,
Si.m vezi’una vegada
Sobiran e vos sotraina.”

(8)
“Senher, tan m’avetz lauzada
Pus en pretz m’avetz levada,
Qu’ar vostr’amor tan m’agrada,
Senher,” so dis la vilayna,
“Per tal n’auret per soldada
Al partir, ‘Bada, fol, bada!’
E la muz’a meliayna.”

(9)
“Toza, fel cor e salvatje
Adomesg’om per uzatge;
Ben conosc al trespassatje
C’ap aital toza vilayna
Pot om far ric companatje
Ab amistat de coratje,
Can l’us l’autre non enjaina.”

(10)
“Don, hom cochat de folatje
E.us promet e.us plevisc gatje;
Si.m fariatz omanatge
Senher,” so dis la vilayna,
“Mays ges per un pauc d’intraje
Non vuelh mon despieuselatje
Camjar per nom de putaina!”

(11)
“Toza, tota criatura
Revert segon sa natura.
Parlem ab paraula pura,”
Fi m’ieu, “tozeta vilayna.
A l’abric lonc la pastura,
Que mels n’estaretz segura
Per far la cauza dossayna.”

(12)
“Don, oc—mas segon drechura
Serca fol sa folatura,
Cortes cortez’aventura.
E.l vilas ab la vilayna;
“E mans locs fay sofraytura
Que no.y esgardo mezura,
So dis la gens ansiayna.”

(13)
“Bela, de vostra figura
Non vi autra pus tafura
Ni de son cor pus trefayna.”

(14)
“Don, lo cavecs nos aüra
Que tals bad’en la penchura
C’autre n’espera la mayna.”

Afterword

L’autrier just’una sebissa is a very early example of the pastourelle or debate-poem involving a knight and a shepherdess. It is by one of the first-known troubadours, Marcabru of Gascony. He may have been the one to initiate the genre, which goes on to have a long life in European literature.

The poem is in fourteen strophes of octosyllabic lines, with a rhyme scheme of AAABAAB. The concluding two strophes are of three lines each, rhyming AAB. In this English version I have kept the length of every strophe, employing a four-stress meter to approximate the original Provençal. But for ease of translation I have used the more manageable rhyme scheme of ABBAACC in the seven-line strophes.

The narrative gist of this pastourelle is simple enough. The poem begins with a nobleman (probably a young knight) seeing a shepherdess in a field with her flock. She is a “half-breed” (mestissa), the illegitimate offspring of a nobleman and a peasant woman. The knight accosts her to make some small talk, saying that he is concerned with her being cold and alone.

She assures him that she is quite alright—safe, healthy, and in no need of protection. When he replies that he has come to give her his “company” (companhia, a word with amorous overtones), she fires back saying that she is not stupid, and that his “company” belongs to his wife, not to her. The shepherdess’s words make it clear that she is well aware of the knight’s dishonorable intentions.

The knight then attempts to lessen their social distance by alluding to the girl’s noble father, and her mother’s high-born looks. He continues complimenting the shepherdess on her beauty. She reasserts the social distance between them, firmly aligning herself with the peasantry. She also sarcastically comments on some knights who don’t deserve their noble status.

The knight then avoids the social issue by describing the girl’s beauty and charms as magical gifts from a fairy, and he makes his first direct sexual proposition. The shepherdess courteously thanks him for his praise of her, but conjoins this with a harsh and mocking refusal (Bada, fol, bada!)

The knight presses her further, saying that in his experience peasant girls eventually relent and give in. He proposes that they both be open and honest with each other. The shepherdess retorts that men intent upon seduction are incorrigible liars, and that his praise of her has but one purpose: her sexual defloration (despieuselatje). She refuses to trade her virginity for the reputation of a whore (nom de putaina).

The knight then turns to the argument of “nature.” All creatures are true to type, and eventually revert to what they were born to be. The unspoken suggestion in his words is that the shepherdess’s mother was a whore who slept with a knight, and therefore this character trait is something innate in the woman’s daughter. He proposes that they retire to a small nearby shelter where she may “sweetly yield” to him (per far la cauza dossayna).

The girl refuses on moral grounds, once again mentioning their different social ranks, and how persons should keep to their own kind. She points to the traditional wisdom about the necessity of maintaining status and degree in a society, thus deftly using an aristocratic argument to defend her peasant dignity. The knight expresses his frustration with her coldness and rigidity, and the shepherdess dismisses him without further ado, making a mordant reference to one who gazes stupidly at a picture, or who longs with unsatisfied hunger for manna that does not come. The imagery in these last words of hers seems to suggest that factitious pictures and absurd hopes are the province of foolish noblemen who lie to others and to themselves, but that these baubles hold no allure for the sensible and hard-headed peasantry. The chaste shepherdess thoroughly trounces the lecherous knight in this encounter, in keeping with the moralistic tone of much of Marcabru’s poetry.

—J.S.S.

First published in TRINACRIA, Issue #16 (Fall 2016).

Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide.  He is the editor of the literary magazine TRINACRIA. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College.