Quen Santa María quisér defender By: Alfonso X el Sabio, King of Castile and León

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Singable Translation PDF By: Carol Anne Perry Lagemann (CC BY SA 4.0)

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Number of Voices: 1
Voicings: S , A , T , B
Date: 13th century
Language: Galician-Portuguese
Tags: cantiga Cantigas de Santa Maria religious Mary translation

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Como Santa María guareceu o pintor que o démo quiséra matar porque o pintava feo. How Holy Mary saved the painter whom the devil had tried to kill because he painted him ugly.
Quen Santa María quisér defender, The devil can do no harm If Holy Saint Mary keeps watch over you,
non lle pód' o démo nïún mal fazer. to the one Holy Mary defends. The Devil no mischief or damage can do.
E dest' un miragre vos quéro contar Concerning this, I wish to relate And her is a miracle done by the Saint
de como Santa María quis guardar a miracle of how Holy Mary saved That proves this is true: How She heard the complaint
un séu pintor que punnava de pintar a painter of Hers who tried to paint Her That came from a painter wwho, when he would paint,
ela mui fremos' a todo séu poder. as beautiful as he could. Would paint Her as lovely for people to view.
E ao démo mais feo d' outra ren He always painted the devil uglier He painted the Devil as ugly as sin,
pintava el sempr'; e o démo porên than anything else. Therefore the devil As ugly as anything ever has been.
lle disse: "Por que me t?es en desdên, said: "Why do you hold me in disdain, "Why hate me?" the Devil soon asked in chagrin,
ou por que me fazes tan mal parecer and why do you make me look so bad… "And why make me look bad to all who come through?"
A quantos me veen?" E el diss' entôn: "[…]to all who see me?" The painter said: The painter said, "I thought that you understood!
Esto que ch' éu faço é con gran razôn, "I do this to you with reason, I do this the same reason anyone would.
ca tu sempre mal fazes, e do ben non for you always do evil and will never You always do evil and never do good,
te quéres per nulla ren entrameter. have anything to do with good." And from your great evil your ugliness grew."
Pois est' ouve dit', o démo s' assannou When he said this, the devil got angry The Devil got angry and couldn't sit still.
e o pintor fèrament' am?açou and threatened to kill the painter He threw a big fit and he threatened to kill
de o matar, e carreira lle buscou and sought a way The painter who said this, and with wicked will,
per que o fezésse mui cedo morrer. to make him die quickly. He looked for the chance to let mischief ensue.
Porend' un día o espreitou alí Therefore, one day he spied him there, And one day he spied him at work in the church.
u estava pintando, com' aprendí, as I learned, as he was painting A portrait of Mary was near to his perch.
a omagen da Virgen, segund' oí, the image of the Virgin. He made her so fair that a scrupulous search
e punnava de a mui ben compõer, He tried to compose it very well, as I am told, […] Would never find any so lovely and true.
Por que parecesse mui fremos' assaz. […]so that She would appear very beautiful. The Devil, in whom every wickedness lies,
Mais entôn o dém', en que todo mal jaz, However, then the devil, in whom all evil lies, Used devilish skill to make windstorms arise,
trouxe tan gran vento como quando faz caused a great wind to blow, as when Just like when a thunderstorm darkens the skies.
mui grandes torvões e que quér chover. a thunderstorm draws near. He stirred up the wind, and it blew and it blew.
Pois aquel vento na igreja entrou, That wind entered the church and knocked down The wind came inside and went whirling around.
en quanto o pintor estava deitou to the ground the platform on which the painter It whooshed past the stand where the painter was found
en térra; mais el lóg' a Virgen chamou, was standing. However, he called on the Virgin, And knocked the whole platform straight down to the ground.
Madre de Déus, que o v?éss' acorrer. Mother of God, to come to his rescue. He screamed, “Mary, save me, or else I am through!”
E ela lógo tan tóste ll' acorreu She came to his aid at once She saved him at once and did not let him fall,
e fez-lle que eno pinzél se sofreu and made him hang on to the brush For he held a paintbrush, fine-pointed and small.
con que pintava; e porên non caeu, with which he was painting, and so he did not fall She made that brush stick and stay there on the wall.
nen lle pód' o dém' en ren empeecer. nor could the devil harm him in any way. The Devil had lost, for it stuck there like glue.
E ao gran son que a madeira fez The people came at once at the loud crash So crash went the timbers, and everyone came
v?éron as gentes lógo dessa vez, the falling timbers made, To see what had happened and who was to blame.
e viron o démo mais negro ca pez and they saw the devil blacker than pitch They all saw the Devil run out in his shame,
fogir da igreja u s' ía perder. flee from the church where he met his defeat. As black as the night, but now red-blushing too.
E ar viron com' estava o pintor Then they saw how the painter Then they saw the painter stuck there on the wall.
colgado do pinzél; e porên loor was hanging by his brush, and they gave thanks They gave thanks and praises that he did not fall
déron aa Madre de Nóstro Sennor, for this to the Mother of Our Lord, To Her who gave birth to the Lord above all,
que aos séus quér na gran coita valer. who assists Her own in time of great trouble. Who helps when Her people cry out for Her to.
Alfonso X el Sabio, King of Castile and León Alfonso. Songs of Holy Mary of Alfonso X, the Wise: A Translation of the Cantigas de Santa Maria. Trans. Kathleen Kulp-Hill. Tempe, AZ: Arizona Center for Medieval and Renaissance Studies, 2000. Print.