Little is known. Born in Champagne, he lived in Paris in the second half of the thirteenth century. It was a Menestrel he did contract work and living of her singing. His name is merely a pseudonym made up of "dumb" and "ox." Rutebeuf
poetry, minstrel and devout, is made not for singing but for the recitation. The autobiographical character of his verses make him one of the most modern poets throughout the Middle Ages. His work is of a lyric poet that reflects all aspects of his time. A work that speaks to us a menudo there términos conmovedores, del sufrimiento de la vida cotidiana.
poetry, minstrel and devout, is made not for singing but for the recitation. The autobiographical character of his verses make him one of the most modern poets throughout the Middle Ages. His work is of a lyric poet that reflects all aspects of his time. A work that speaks to us a menudo there términos conmovedores, del sufrimiento de la vida cotidiana.
Lament Rutebeuf
covient Do not you tell,
How I made following a shame
For though the story did oy
In what way I got my fame
darreniere,
Who bele gente no nen st. At Paine
nasqui
which lasted over a week, she began to moon
plain.
Now hear, that rhymes
You ask me, How I
following are amending
Fame take. I do not
qu'engagier sell,
That I had to hear as
And as a fere
(Quanques I fet is A refers)
That, who would wish retrere,
It durroit too. Fect companion
Diex me a Job, Let me
tolu has one cop
Quanques j'avoie. From
UEIL Destre which Miex veoie, voi
Do I not go the way
Do I drive. At this
dolor dolorous and hard
What I Mieda nuiz
From the dark eye. But I do not
I quanques he wills,
Ainz sui Dolenz and if I moisten
mourning, in great
C'or sui afondement
Se cels
Who having found me one up here
secoru, lor the thank you. The cuer
ve sad and blackened
De cest mehaing, I
Quar n'i not my gaaing voi. But I do not
quanques I Haing:
is my damages. Do
Sai C'a fet my outrage;
devendra Now sober and wise
After the fet
And keep me from forfet;
Més what is it ja as fet?
Tart meus sui, sui
pie me aparceüs
As I sui ja es las
birth attendants is the first year.
gart me in my right eyelash Diex san
us Who ot por Paine and ahan,
And gart me soul!
Golden Child Geu my fame;
My horse broke the jame
Has lists;
Gold wants my money norrice,
Who am I and destraint Pellice
Por child Pestre,
Or brera resell it in the Estre. Cil
Damediex that fist nestra
Li Li doinst Chevance
And sends her sustain a
doinst And I still can aleja
Qu'aidier li,
That does me harm povretez
Miex And his live li destruct
What I do! Se
I m'esmai I can not but have
C'or dousaine do not, in my
meson,
Busch por Ceste seson. If not
esbahiz fu Més hom sui
Com I see, has fled
C'onques not have hands. My
oste wants money for his having
Oste,
And I have almost everything Oste,
And if I were naked li Costé
Against yver.
Cist word to me hard and diversity, which moult me
Chang Li worm
Towards yesteryear;
Por poi n'afol about g'i entan. Do not
m'estuet taner in tan, the Quar
resveil
tane me when I Azzez m'esveil;
If no sai, I was asleep or awakening
Or will I think
What I share my PENR despens
For what can spend tens:
Tel century have Gie. Mi
pledge tuit are committed
And Chiesa desmanagié me, For I
Geu
Three months have seen nului
My child, having fame ra
C'un whole month
My outgoing ra Geu site.
I gisoie endementier
In the other bed,
Or j'avoie lice offense.
Onques my hands m'abelit
Gesir that when, following
Quar I have my fora
And it's sui Mehaigne
Until fenir horns. Li
sEvent only come evil;
Everything has m'estoit future
Was void. What are mid
That friend became so closely held j'avoie
And as im?
I cooked it too cler sow
There were not many Feme
Si are bankrupt.
Itel friend Bailiff me wrong,
C'onques both com Diex
assailed in many a cost, vi
Do one for me Oste.
li vens I cooked them Oste,
The amor is dead. These are
friend enporte vens,
ventoit And my door Its
enporta,
C'onques naked they comforted me
Do nothing from his m'aporta. Ice
m'aprent
auque Who has deprived the prent;
Més eyelash too tart
Who repents too has had its
De por fere friends
it does not trueve whole halves
A SeCorr him. But then fortune
Lerai corre
If I hear a rescorre
Se jel then fere. To my
preudommes m'estuet TRERE
Who Cortois and debonere
me one And Norris. Mi
another friend are tuit porri:
I sent a mestre Orri
And is li lais.
We must of his lais
fere And this gent Lessia relay
Sanz claim, it did
nothing els in bitter
That was in LCTR amor proclaim. He took gold
Who fist three parts of him, who refuse
not set nului
Who Reclaim
Who aeure seignor and the claim, which cels
And tempt that he loves me
That storm,
What I doinst bone health,
What I face his flying
All sanz desroi.
Monseignor is son of King
My words and my lament sending it to me
Mestia,
That moult volentiers Aidi me: This is related
Good Quena
of Poitiers and Toulouse;
It Savr although eyelash if fetement goulouse
Who is doulouse.
Explicit Rustebuef the lament.
Rutebeuf Lay
need not tell you how
have put me to shame,
Since you have heard the story of how
wife recently took
That was not easy nor beautiful,
When pain was born
It lasted over a week that began with
already full moon.
Listen, then, that rhymes You
you ask,
As I have improved
Women.
To pawn or sell anything more I have,
A so much I had to answer and so do
(That what I have done is to redo)
What if I wanted
tell all would take too long.
From me the friend of Job, God did that once
off all my
I had.
My right eye that looked more
sees no longer follow the path
not lead me.
Oh, what pain and suffering hard
That dark night is noon
to my eyes.
Now I have as I want,
But suffering and suffering so deeply
in extreme misery Since I
If not help me decide here
Those who have rescued me with his mercy.
The sad I have blackened heart disease
I do not see any profit.
Nothing I have of what I love, is
my sadness.
not know if it was for my excesses,
I have become sober and measured
After the fact,
And start again I will refrain.
"But what's the point if it is done? Afternoon
I've changed I realized later That
trap was already
the first year. That
me keep my sanity
God who for us both and my soul Penile
God protect.
Because a child my wife moans,
My horse against the fence
He broke a leg and requires the nurse to nurse
her more money so let me no skin or coat
To not hear the child in home. That
Good God that brought the world
provides food,
subsistence grant him
And my troubles to me
To help alleviate, poverty
That
And I hurt your bread can find
Better than me .
Although I tremble anything I can,
Now in my house I have nothing I
And even for the winter fire
I have.
very thought makes me tremble at home
Because now I have some logs
not to turn them on in the winter.
Nobody was harassed and never
As I am.
Rent
That requires the owner to pay it.
Almost everything sold at home,
I have nothing to throw me over
In winter. Hard and bitter
are my words,
Both have changed after a year
All my verses.
not understand how I did not freak out
When I think, needless to
When I wake
dye my skin, black
makes me wake up and do not know if I sleep or veil
Or if I think
in how to do to spend less,
Pass time: this is the life that now bears
of my money
And I have nothing left of my house and I have moved
Since I've lain
Three long months have seen nobody,
And my wife had a child
During Full
almost one month death touched
While I lay by my side in the other bed
Where was little delight.
I've never had less pleasure
That then I,
already losing a lot of money
And my body amenguaba
Until the end. Solos
not know come evils
What had to happen happened to me
.
My friends where they went
how close I
me and I loved so much? Too
think the time
The amenguó. Very strong
If they were not lost. Those friends mistreated me
Since the time that God Everywhere
mistreat me, come see me I saw none. I think time
scattered,
Love is dead.
To those friends was
wind blowing outside my door,
And took them so well that nobody
comforted me and gave me that helps anyone.
This shows me our good friend uses the latest
And we realize that too
We spent by friends,
That misfortune there is never any
That we helper.
'll leave it to the Fortuna
Follow
rolling while I think to be saved. I'll beg
protective eating
That
always kindly gave me.
Other friends and rotted,
and shipping Trash Bin
And there I leave,
must learn to give people just
to leave, without asking anything,
Leave it behind.
There is nothing in them that I can
not love than the love of my claim. Please
then He who is still three one
And anyone who claims to refuse
know who proclaims lord and master,
Whoever entices who loves
Such is my case, my health
Whole keep
And I do not rest
His will.
My lord, son of the King, sending
My poems and my pain Since
often helped me a lot of good wins;
is good Count of Poitiers and Toulouse
;
He will know well what needs
Poor man who suffers so much.
Traducción of Miguel Ángel Frontana need not tell you how
have put me to shame,
Since you have heard the story of how
wife recently took
That was not easy nor beautiful,
When pain was born
It lasted over a week that began with
already full moon.
Listen, then, that rhymes You
you ask,
As I have improved
Women.
To pawn or sell anything more I have,
A so much I had to answer and so do
(That what I have done is to redo)
What if I wanted
tell all would take too long.
From me the friend of Job, God did that once
off all my
I had.
My right eye that looked more
sees no longer follow the path
not lead me.
Oh, what pain and suffering hard
That dark night is noon
to my eyes.
Now I have as I want,
But suffering and suffering so deeply
in extreme misery Since I
If not help me decide here
Those who have rescued me with his mercy.
The sad I have blackened heart disease
I do not see any profit.
Nothing I have of what I love, is
my sadness.
not know if it was for my excesses,
I have become sober and measured
After the fact,
And start again I will refrain.
"But what's the point if it is done? Afternoon
I've changed I realized later That
trap was already
the first year. That
me keep my sanity
God who for us both and my soul Penile
God protect.
Because a child my wife moans,
My horse against the fence
He broke a leg and requires the nurse to nurse
her more money so let me no skin or coat
To not hear the child in home. That
Good God that brought the world
provides food,
subsistence grant him
And my troubles to me
To help alleviate, poverty
That
And I hurt your bread can find
Better than me .
Although I tremble anything I can,
Now in my house I have nothing I
And even for the winter fire
I have.
very thought makes me tremble at home
Because now I have some logs
not to turn them on in the winter.
Nobody was harassed and never
As I am.
Rent
That requires the owner to pay it.
Almost everything sold at home,
I have nothing to throw me over
In winter. Hard and bitter
are my words,
Both have changed after a year
All my verses.
not understand how I did not freak out
When I think, needless to
When I wake
dye my skin, black
makes me wake up and do not know if I sleep or veil
Or if I think
in how to do to spend less,
Pass time: this is the life that now bears
of my money
And I have nothing left of my house and I have moved
Since I've lain
Three long months have seen nobody,
And my wife had a child
During Full
almost one month death touched
While I lay by my side in the other bed
Where was little delight.
I've never had less pleasure
That then I,
already losing a lot of money
And my body amenguaba
Until the end. Solos
not know come evils
What had to happen happened to me
.
My friends where they went
how close I
me and I loved so much? Too
think the time
The amenguó. Very strong
If they were not lost. Those friends mistreated me
Since the time that God Everywhere
mistreat me, come see me I saw none. I think time
scattered,
Love is dead.
To those friends was
wind blowing outside my door,
And took them so well that nobody
comforted me and gave me that helps anyone.
This shows me our good friend uses the latest
And we realize that too
We spent by friends,
That misfortune there is never any
That we helper.
'll leave it to the Fortuna
Follow
rolling while I think to be saved. I'll beg
protective eating
That
always kindly gave me.
Other friends and rotted,
and shipping Trash Bin
And there I leave,
must learn to give people just
to leave, without asking anything,
Leave it behind.
There is nothing in them that I can
not love than the love of my claim. Please
then He who is still three one
And anyone who claims to refuse
know who proclaims lord and master,
Whoever entices who loves
Such is my case, my health
Whole keep
And I do not rest
His will.
My lord, son of the King, sending
My poems and my pain Since
often helped me a lot of good wins;
is good Count of Poitiers and Toulouse
;
He will know well what needs
Poor man who suffers so much.
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