“I could easily make it more obscure, but a song's merit is not complete when all are not partners in it.”

A penas sai comensar, line 9; translation from Alan R. Press Anthology of Troubadour Lyric Poetry (1971) p. 129.

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Be·l saupra plus cobert far! Mas non a chans pretz enter, Can tuch no·n son parsoner.

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