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ASSOCIATION TRENCAVEL

 

 

 

Association loi de 1901, créée le 6 octobre 2000

indicatif éditeur/self-publishing number: 2-9526274

 

 

Raimond Roger Trencavel

Illustration : Rudy Van Giffen

Copyright : Monique Decamps

 

 

 

 

Un blog par/A blog by:  Michel et Monique

A la mémoire de notre ami l'artiste/In loving memory of our friend, the artist:

 

 

 

RUDY VAN GIFFEN (1927-2005)

 

 

LiensTrencavel/Trencavel links:

 

http://www.moniquedecamps.com

 

 

Liens Massoud/Massoud links

 

http://www.massouddjaniatschool.net

http://www.moniquedecamps.com/massoudponfilly

http://www.massoudtrencavelresistanceheroes.net

http://www.moniquedecamps.com/themistsoftime

http://giovanni010.tripod.com/massoud

 

 

Autres liens/Other links

http://www.moniquedecamps.com/sirthomasmore

http://www.moniquedecamps.com/redbone

http://www.moniquedecamps.com/bilingualtasks/

http://fablesandfantasies.over-blog.net

http://bilingualtasks.over-blog.com

http://resistancememoires.over-blog.com

http://worldnews.over-blog.net

http://www.blogsearchengine.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mardi 10 novembre 2009
MARDI 10 NOVEMBRE 1209 -
MARDI 10 NOVEMBRE 2009
IL Y A 800 ANS... A CARCASSONNE...
LA MORT DE RAIMOND ROGER TRENCAVEL


 


Miniature du Musée Hurepel de Minerve 

TUESDAY, 10 NOVEMBER, 1209 - 
TUESDAY, 10 NOVEMBER, 2009
800 YEARS AGO... IN CARCASSONNE...
THE DEATH OF RAIMOND ROGER TRENCAVEL


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Lundi 17 août 2009

HYMNE OCCITAN

 



OCCITAN ANTHEM

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Samedi 15 août 2009

LA REDDITION DE CARCASSONNE

15 août 1209 - 15 aout 2009

 

 

THE SURRENDER OF CARCASSONE

15 AUGUST, 1209 - 15 AUGUST, 2009

 

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Samedi 15 août 2009

LES HERETIQUES CHANTENT LA CROISADE ALBIGEOISE

 

TRENCAVEL

(du cd du  groupe occitan "Les Hérétiques)

 

"Il fut le geste héroïque de la résitance.

Agé d'à peine 20 ans, lorsque les prémices de ce qui allait être une guerre à outrance

Parvenaient des chemins de ronde et des lices.

Vassal de Toulouse, Raimond Roger Trencavel, jeune vicomte de Béziers et de Carcassonne,

Fut l'un des premiers à armer sa citadelle lorsque Simon de Montfort s'approcha en personne.

La farouche défense du jeune Trencavel lui valut le cachot et la mort de surcroît...

Son sacrifice fut le déclic et l'étincelle de la résistance des Corbières, du Minervois, des châteaux forts, des castels et des places fortes qui se défendirent partout en terre occitane...

Du Quercy, de l'Ariège, du Béarn dont les portes se fermèrent à Montfort, son ost et ses soutanes..."

 

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Illustration:  Rudy Van Giffen/Copyright:  Monique Decamps

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Tu devais être fort comme le vent sur la mer,

Quand il est en colère et souffle, souffle encore...

Tu devais être bon, amoureux de la vie, des enfants, des amis et de tes compagnons.

Tu devais être fort et gracile à la fois,

Comme une bête aux abois fuyant devant la mort...

Tu devais être bon comme le sont les hommes

Quand l'amour les assomme et leur tend son blason. 

  

Va Trencavel, va... la fleur entre les dents

Va Trencavel, va... héros et dissident !

Va Trencavel, va... l'amour te tend les bras

Va Trencavel, va... l'amour te tend ses draps !  

J'imagine souvent ce que fut ton calvaire

Comme celui de tes gens coincés en leur repaire

Quand les hordes sauvages au pied de ta Cité

Crièrent à l'abordage, ni remords, ni pitié !

Trencavel, un matin, excédé par le siège...

Montfort te tend la main, tu tombes dans le piège...

Carcassonne se soumet et tu es mis aux fers

Montfort te promet un dur et triste hiver... 


  

Trencavel, Trencavel, c'est une fleur fânée

Trencavel, Trencavel, héros emprisonné.

Trencavel, Trencavel, l'amour qui t'abandonne

Trencavel, Trencavel, c'est le glas qui résonne ! 

 

Couché sur de la paille, nu comme un nouveau-né

Loin de toute bataille, mourant et affamé...

Ton coeur cherche l'espoir mais celui-ci est vain

Malgré le froid du soir, tu crois au lendemain...

Et tu y crois si haut que Montfort sans scrupules

Te livre à son bourreau qui sort de ta cellule

Les armes maculées, les mains tachées de sombre

De l'espoir envolé au Royaume des Ombres. 


 

Trencavel, Trencavel est une fleur brisée

Trencavel, Trencavel, héros assassiné !

Va Trencavel, va... la fleur entre les dents

Va Trencavel, va... héros et dissident !

 

 

 

Va Trencavel, va... la fleur entre les dents

Va Trencavel, va... héros et dissident !

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Mercredi 22 juillet 2009

"GOD WILL RECOGNIZE HIS OWN"*

(Beziers:  22 July 1209)

 

(from the book Trencavel between legend and reality, now unavailable)

Dieu reconnaîtra les Siens/God will recognize His own

Illustration:  Rudy Van Giffen/Copyright:  Monique Decamps

 


 

"Wife... Take the children... fire is at our heels

Beziers is now a hell riven by long and red flames

My dear... Be sensible... leave your linen of silk

Take my hand... Towards the cathedral I will guide your steps!


Wife...  Keep you faith in God... Relax this frantic expression

Our son you alarm... From this flight through the streets he is completetly exhausted

Sweetheart... Hold your head high... Glance not around...

Those who ventured out have fallen under the slash of the assassins.


 Wife... be courageous, against the crusaders I will protect you

Come...  Hasten pray...  Here is Montfort coming...  Our salvation is thither, so close at hand...

Our last born I am holding tightly in my strong arms

Trust me, my beloved... No ill can befall us. 

Wife...  Let us push the doors of the Romanesque Church together

To save our little boy, turn not away to face these infamours murderers

O no, they are upon us ! My dear your terrifying cry stabs me with pain

Die not sweetheart...  Withdraw the lance that pierces you.


Wife... for you and the urchin there is no more I can do

God has closed your eyes... in the softness of Heaven has He welcomed you!

Prostrate with grief I hear our daughter wailing

A demon has snatched her from me

And in the crowded church 'tis alone and in despair that I enter henceforth.


Very close to me a Cathar child in a corner is seated

In what way is he different from the Christian I have been?

Like me, his heart bleeds for those massacred in his own family

"Would I rather be drowned in the deep salted sea" than deliver to the assassins this little survivor.


Through pure eyes he seeks a Perfect...**

He finds her near the nave, gives her a deep bow***

His hands folded, he receives her blessing... pronounces the ritual words...

The "consolament" is immediately granted to him... the sole and supreme sacrement.


"Child... Reconcile not thyself so easily to misery

The troops of my Lord of Trencavel will soon arrive...  We shall survive the furnace,

Little one shake not thine young head thus

Keep on hoping... Fervently cling to life!


- Master... your trust I am unable to share...  Bishop Montpeyroux has betrayed us...

The ribalds have forced their way in, armed with cudgels and knives there are indulging themselwes in the worst carnage,

Master... Pray give an ear... Can you perceive outside the ringing voice of Arnold-Amaury?

Orden is given to have us all exterminated... Be we Christians or impious.


- Little one... What do you do? Sheath the dagger that offends my eyes,

Suicide you cannot attempt without incurring God's wrath.

Climb upon my shoulders... Pray forget this folly

Since we are to die... 'Tis together we shall rise to Paradise!


- Master...  The cathedral is ablaze now

Let me kill me as my religion allows****

Fire already licks my feet, my legs,

What I want to attempt is not wrong...

But for your Christian T'would be a deadly sin.


- Boy... Look at the handsome edifice built by Master Gervais

From the midst it cleaves asunder... about to collapse upon us.

Take the dagger then... Act as you please

Pierce your poor side is that is your wish...


- Master...  Master...  Bear no grudge against me

'Tis thus I choose to die... with dignity...

Master...  Hold me tight in your arms...

Slowly my life is flickering out... Forgive me...

Upon you my blood is flowing.


- Little one...  Little one... All is over for thee

Towards the divine light thine soule has fled

The church crubling in two thou wilst not see

Christians...  Cathars...  Jews... all will perish with me...

Pray that God, without any discrimination, will recognize as His own in His infinite clemency!"


Thus ended "the grand mazel", the great butchery,

That costs the lives of twenty thousand victims,

Upon the burning ruins a magnificient Gothic cathedral was erected...

A place of pilgrimage delicately touched by thousands of respectful hands nowadays...

Blackened rocks... unwitting witnesses to a cruel barbarity.



* Arnold-Amary, abbot of Citeaux, was appointed papal legate in 1204.  He was the supreme head of the crusade.  He it surely was that pronounced the famous citation wrongly attributed to Simon de Montfort:  "Kill them all...  God will recognize His own!"

 

** A Cathar priestess

*** The melhorer, a sort of baptism

**** The Cathars' resort to suicide is not established and remains a point of difference among historians.

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