What I sang so often of Love (from Defense of Love)by Hadewijch
English version by Mother Columba Hart
Original Language Dutch
What I sang so often of Love
Did not avail me much -- in fact, very little.
Yet the minds of old and young
Are enlightened by a song of Love.
But my good fortune holds
So small a share of love:
My song, my weeping seem without success.
I cry out, and I lament:
Love has the days --
And I, the nights and the madness of love!
|-- from Hadewijch: The Complete Works (Classics of Western Spirituality) , by Mother Columba Hart|