Every day I improve and grow better

Every day I improve and grow better

Every day I improve and grow better,
For I serve and adore the noblest lady
In the world — and I declare it openly.
I am hers from head to foot;
And, even if the cold winds blow,
The love that is reigning within my heart
Keeps me warm in the deepest winter…
I don’t want the Empire of Rome,
Or to be made Pope,
If it meant that I could not return
To her from whom my heart burns and cracks;
And if she does not heal my suffering
With a kiss before the end of the year
She will murder me and damn herself.
Yet for all the suffering I endure
I do not renounce sweet love,
Although it holds me in solitude
And therefore I have fashioned these words in rhyme
…I am Arnaut, who gathers the wind,
Who chases the hare with the ox,
And swims against the tide.

by Arnaut Daniel
English version by Andrea Hopkins
Original Language Provencal

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