Into the wreath, Sir Guillem Peire,

From mercy, not from duty, mind,

That would be happiness indeed,

Oh! that such bliss should be my meed!

A humble lover such as you,

Sordell', in faith, I never knew.

Sir Peire, methinks what you express

Is lacking much in seemliness.

In another poem the talented Sordello says:

My love for her is so profound