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“Anno mortalitatis terribilis proxime decurso”

Il y a un mot barré ici.

Des lits,

Des draps,

Des coffres,

Outils : houes, haches, pioches…

Cuves en cave

Un comptoir de vent

Au treizième mois, la sentence était déjà apposée

Le temps du deuil outrepassé et désormais devant être puni,

sanctionné par la justice comme outrage,

car l’on se doit de crier les biens légués par les morts,

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La mort ne se laisse plus dénier ; on est forcé de croire en elle..

Son pere, Bertran Paul, trespassa lo quinz de mars, lo quinz jorn de març, l’an de Nostre Senhor mil tres centz quaranta ueit, entornat de sos, dictant sos darriers volers al notari, laissent tot son aver a sa molher.

E ela, tost aprés, rend lo spirit.

Alayseta, orfana de pere e maire, vist aissi son marit, Hugon, e puys sas sòrres, caire jos las sagetas de la Mortalitas.

La Pestis universalis la laissa sola,

despojada de tot parent, preñada e enflaquida,

tostjorn emplida de dolor e afliccion.

"Alayseta est inquiète.

Elle qui perdit père et mère, mari et sœurs, elle craint le châtiment de la justice des hommes.

Mais de quelle justice parle-t-on à l’ombre de notre dame des accoules,

Pour celle que la « Mortalitas » priva de tout si ce n’est de vie ?

Car, à Marseille, une femme affligée ne se laisse pas mourir, elle pleure mais se dresse, ventre plein et front haut, face à l’absurdité de la loi et de la criée publique, si forte que son nom fuse à travers les siècles comme la survivante de "Anno mortalitatis terribilis"

Et nul n'osa la punir

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English translation :

Deprived of all her loved ones,

Pregnant and weakened,

Continuously filled with sorrow and affliction.

“In the year of the terrible mortality just past”

(There is a word crossed out here.)

Beds,

Sheets,

Chests,

Tools: hoes, axes, pickaxes…

Vats in the cellar,

A counter of wind.

By the thirteenth month, the sentence was already imposed.

The time of mourning overstepped and now to be punished,

Sanctioned by justice as an outrage,

For one must cry out the goods bequeathed by the dead.

To face the law of men

In the shadow of Our Lady of the Accoules,

Deprived of all her loved ones,

Pregnant and weakened,

Continuously filled with sorrow and affliction.

Death can no longer be denied; one is forced to believe in it…

Her father, Bertran Paul, passed away on the fifteenth of March,

the fifteenth day of March, in the year of Our Lord thirteen hundred and forty-eight,

surrounded by his kin, dictating his last wishes to the notary,

leaving all his goods to his wife.

And she, soon after, gave up her spirit.

Alayseta, orphan of father and mother,

then saw her husband, Hugo, and afterwards her sisters,

fall beneath the arrows of Mortality.

The Pestis universalis left her alone,

stripped of every relative, pregnant and frail,

ever filled with sorrow and affliction.

Alayseta is anxious.

She who lost father and mother, husband and sisters,

fears the punishment of the justice of men.

But of what justice can one speak,

in the shadow of Our Lady of the Accoules,

for she whom the Mortalitas deprived of all but life?

For in Marseille, a grieving woman does not let herself die—

she weeps but stands, womb full and head held high,

facing the absurdity of law and of the public cry,

so strong that her name resounds across the centuries

as the survivor of the Anno mortalitatis terribilis.

And no one dared punish her.

To face the law of men

In the shadow of Our Lady of the Accoules,

Deprived of all her loved ones,

Pregnant and weakened,

Continuously filled with sorrow and affliction.