Fire, flame, hunger, robber, wild smoke, It will cause to fail, striking hard, to destroy faith: Arrow of "DentÐ˜" all Provence sucked up, Driven out of the realm, enraged without spitting.
The great relief come from Guienne, It will halt quite near Poitiers: Lyons surrendered through Montluel and Vienne, And tradesmen will be plundered everywhere.
A ferocious attack is being prepared in Cyprus, Tear in my eye, for your imminent ruin: Byzantine and Moorish fleet very great loss, Two different ones, the great devastation by the rock.
Two bodies, one head, fields divided in two, And then to reply to four unheard ones: Little ones for great ones, clear evel for them, Lightning at the tower of Aiguesmortes, worse for "Eussouis"
Sad counsels, disloyal, cunning, Wicked advice, the Law will be betrayed: The people stirred, wild, quarrelsome, In borough as in town, the entire peace hated.
King against King, and the Duke against Prince, Hatred between them, horrible dissension: Rage and fury throughout very province, In France great war and horrible change.
The accord and peace will be broken everywhere: Friendships poluuted by discord: Hatred awakened, all faith corrupted, And hope. Marseilles without concord.
Wars, debates, at Blois war and tumult, Diverse watches, unexpected avowals: To enter into ChÐ‘teau TrompÐ™te, affront, ChÐ‘teau du HÐ‘, those who will be to blame for it.
Through fury he will force the fort to hold, Every heart to tremble. At Longon a terrible arrival: The kick will become a thousand kicks, Gironde, Garonne, never more horrible.
Savoy near to go far, Lake of Geneva, Very great preparations, return, confusion: Far from the nephews of the late great "Supelman", All of their following . . .
Rivers, streams will be obstacles to evil, The old flame of anger unappeased: To run in France; this as of oracles, Houses, manors, Palace, shaven sect.