Translation of Carlo Martello Ritorna Dalla Battaglia Di Poitiers from Italian to English
King Charles returned from the war
His land welcomed him
Girding him with laurels
In the sun of the warm spring
The armor of the victorious lord
Shines brightly
The blood of the Moorish prince
Reddens the ash
Of the same color
But more than the wounds of the body
Are felt by Charles
The desires of love
If the anxiety of glory and thirst for honor
Extinguish the war for the victor
It does not give you a moment to make love
Who then imposes on the gentle wife chastity
The belt in me is heavy
In battle, you can run the risk of losing the key
So laments the Christian King
The wheat bows around him
Flowers are his crown
The mirror of a clear fountain
Reflects proudly in the saddle
The victor of the Moors
When behold in the water is composed
A wonderful vision
The symbol of love
In the thick of long blonde braids
The breast is confused
Naked in full sun
Never was seen a more beautiful thing
Never have I picked such a maiden
Said King Charles quickly dismounting from the saddle
Knights do not approach
The joy you seek is already of others
Quench your thirst at an easier source
Surprised by such a decisive saying
Feeling mocked
King Charles stopped
But more than honor, hunger prevailed
The lord took off his brown helmet
Trembling
This was his secret weapon
Often used by Charles
In great difficulty
To the woman appeared a big nose
And a goat's face
But it was his majesty
If you were not my sovereign
Charles takes off his heavy sword
I would not hide the desire to flee far from you
But since you are my lord
Charles takes off the entire cage
I must give myself bare of all modesty
He was a very valiant knight
And even in that moment
He covered himself with honor
And at the end of the fight
Uncertain on the saddle
He tried to climb back up
The maiden quickly harpoons him
Suddenly a parcel
Presents to her lord
Well just because you are the sire
Make it five thousand lire
It's a favor price
Is it possible or pig of a dog
That the adventures in this realm
Must all be resolved with great whores
Even on the price there is then to laugh
I remember well that before leaving
There were rates lower than three thousand lire
Having said that, he acted like a big fool
With a lion's leap
He threw himself into the saddle
Whipping the horse like a donkey
Among the wisteria and elder
The King disappeared
King Charles returned from the war
His land welcomed him
Girding him with laurels
In the sun of the warm spring
The armor of the victorious lord
Shines brightly
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