Rassa, a lady's fresh and fine,
tender, joyous and she's kind:
her hair's as red as rubies are,
her body white as hawthorn flower
her arms are soft, her breasts are firm
and like a rabbit from the back.
Her color's fresh and fine to see,
her value and her fame are good:
they easily match with the best;
whoever gets to know them well
will see in verse what I adore.
Rassa, rich men who nothing give
will nothing reap nor take nor care,
and he who quarrels without cause
and mercy seeks but pardons not
annoys me; as do those who don't
give recompense for services,
and rich men out upon the hunt
and falconers annoy me too,
those who thrill at flights of hawks
but not at loving or at arms
won't say a word among themselves.
Now, Papiol, go through my songs
At court with naughty Bel-Senhor.
tender, joyous and she's kind:
her hair's as red as rubies are,
her body white as hawthorn flower
her arms are soft, her breasts are firm
and like a rabbit from the back.
Her color's fresh and fine to see,
her value and her fame are good:
they easily match with the best;
whoever gets to know them well
will see in verse what I adore.
Rassa, rich men who nothing give
will nothing reap nor take nor care,
and he who quarrels without cause
and mercy seeks but pardons not
annoys me; as do those who don't
give recompense for services,
and rich men out upon the hunt
and falconers annoy me too,
those who thrill at flights of hawks
but not at loving or at arms
won't say a word among themselves.
Now, Papiol, go through my songs
At court with naughty Bel-Senhor.
