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Poem 6, Balade [A New Golden Age]

[Ch VI; MS #242]



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6. Balade



Nous, qui sommes trois filles a Phebus,
Et que Clemene a un jour enfanta,
Alectiez du pur lait Zephirus
O biau vergier que Damien planta,
Devons loer celui qui nous crea,
Le jour aussi de no prime naissance,
Car nous avons de droit tant de puissance
Que nostre espoux en qui maint seignourie.     
Nous avec li vainquera sans doubtance
Viel Saturnus et sa dure lignie.

De nostre acort avons Palanurus,
Et Jupiter qui jadis li osta,
Ce dont en mer fu creée Venus.
Mars son biau chief pour no bien armera;
Le char gemmé ja Pheton n’amenra.
Thaïs converse onnera sa samblance;
Toutes ninphes voldront no bien veillance.
Crete, Colcos, Parguste, et Archadie
Feront finer et tiront a outrance
Viel Saturnus, etc.

Les diex de mer, et en chief Neptunus,
Et ceulx des bois, ou moult deduis [y] a,
Atremperont les eles d’Eolus,
Et Jupiter ses fouldres fondera.
Ainsi de nous chascune se verra
Menee a fin de mainte desplaisance.
Vive celui ou maint nostre esperance
Et qui pere de nous sa monarchie,
Le quel tira en bas par sa vaillance
Viel Saturnus et sa dure lignie.

6. [A New Golden Age]



We who are three daughters of Phoebus,
Whom Clymene gave birth to in one day,
Nursed with the pure milk of Zephirus
In the beautiful garden that Damia planted,
We must praise him who created us,
Also the day of our first birth,
For we have by right as much power
As our spouse in whom lordship resides.
Undoubtedly with him we will conquer
Old Saturn and his cruel progeny.

In our party are Palinurus,
And Jupiter who of old carried him away,
He who created Venus in the sea.
Mars will arm his handsome head in our cause;
No longer will Phaeton guide the jeweled chariot;
Thaïs converted will honor her beauty;
All nymphs will wish us kindness;
Crete, Colchis, Parguste, and Arcadia
Will bring to an end and decisively overthrow
Old Saturn and his cruel progeny.

The gods of the sea, with Neptune in the lead,
And those of the woods, where there is much delight,   
Will quiet the wings of Eolus,
And Jupiter will break his thunderbolt.
Thus each of us will find herself
Brought to the last of many displeasures.
May he thrive in whom our hope rests,
And who graces his kingdom with us.
Through his power he will throw down
Old Saturn and his cruel progeny.





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