Lyrish

Passage from the Song of Hainric, the scene where King Ludovic brings news of his nephew’s death Li roy est repairet de Rhaissie E vient a Gallie, al meillor sied de Layroese; Munteret el palais, est venu en la sale. As li Alde venue, une bele damisele. Ço dist al rei : « O est Hainric le catanie Qui me jurat cume sa per a prendre? » Ludovic en ad e dulor e pesance, Pluret des oils, tiret sa barbe blance : « Soer, cher’amie, d’hume mort me demandes. Jo t’en durai mult esforet eschange: Ço est Oliver, miels ne sai a parler; Il est mes fils e si tendrat mes marches. » Alde respunt : « Cest mot mei est estrange. Ne place Deu ne ses seins ne ses angles Après Hainric que jo vive remaigne! » Pert la culor, chet as pies Ludovic. Sempres est morte. Deus ait merci de l’anme! Leyroeis barons en plurent e si la pleignent.
Translation: The king, on returning from Rhessia Arrived in Jalle, capitale of Lyria; He goes to the palace, enters the hall. Here comes Alde, a beautiful maiden. She tells the king: « Where is Hainric the captain Who promised to take me as his wife? » Ludovic feels pain and embarrassment, Tears fall from his eyes, he pulls his white beard. « Sister, dear friend, you ask about a dead man. I will give you in exchange one more precious still, It is Oliver, I cannot say it any better. It is my son, and he will possess my marches. » Alde responds: «Those words make no sense. May it displease God, His saints, and His angels That I remain living after Hainric’s passing. » She loses her colour, she falls at Ludovic’s feet. Here she dies: may God have mercy on her soul! The barons of Lyria wept and wailed.