Without friends
Without friends, goods and master,
in a strange place and in a strange region,
far from everything good, tired of worry and sadness,
my will and thought captivated,
I find myself completely subject to an evil power;
I see no one who will take care of me,
and I am guarded, caught, shackled and imprisoned,
for which I blame my sad fortune.
I saw times when nothing satisfied me;
now I am content with what makes me sad,
and now I appreciate more the light shackles
than before I did beautiful embroidery.
I see that fortune has shown its power
over me, wanting me to reach this point;
but I don't care, for I have done my duty
to all good people in whose company I am.
It is nothing for me to suffer all these wrongs
compared to the one which breaks my heart
and every day takes me further from hope:
for I see nothing that can give us a push
in preparing our liberation.
Without friends, goods or master,
in a strange place and a strange region...
Autor(es): Jordi de Sant Jordi, Raimon
