Sir Gawain

Van alá oito anos, cando inauguraba a miña primeira e efímera bitácora, xa adicaba a primeira entrada, amais de a dar a benvida á Corte de Camelot, a homenaxear unha das xoias da literatura inglesa medieval: o poema Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Como estes días ando a reler a obra (desta volta, no texto orixinal, un dialecto ben atravesado do Inglés Medio que fai á língua de Chaucer parecer un xogo de nenos), aproveito para inserirvos un anaco e outra imaxe das ilustracións, toscas pero engaiolantes no seu primitivismo, do manuscrito (o Cotton Nero A.x).

 

  

then þay schewed hym þe schelde þat was of schyr goulez 

wyth þe pentangel depaynt of pure golde hwez

he braydez hit by þe bauderyk aboute þe hals kestes

þat bisemed þe segge semlyly fayre

and quy þe pentangel apendez to þat prynce noble

I am in tent yow to telle þof tary hyt me schulde

hit is a syngne þat salamon set sumquyle

in bytoknyng of trawþe bi tytle þat hit habbez

for hit is a figure þat haldez fyue poyntez

and vche lyne vmbelappez and loukez in oþer

and ayquere hit is emdelez and englych hit callen

oueral as I here þe endeles knot

forþy hit acordez to þis kny₃t and to his cler armez

for ay faythful in fyue and sere fyue syþez

gawan watz for gode knawen and as golde pured

voyded of vche vylany wyth verertuez ennourned

in mote

forþy þe pentangel nwe

he ber in schelde and cote

as tulk of tale most trwe

and gentylest kny₃t of lote

(P.S.: E desta vez entendo o texto! Yuhuuuuu!)