My mind has been accustomed to repose, Indeed to trouble I am very new: Is grief the guerdon Love provides? God knows I’ve come to think no other plight is true. So heavy has the burden of my woes Grown since I first accepted Love as master, That everything I do or I propose To please my lady turns to my disaster. I’ve surely served her now with all my might; And if she deigned to give me some injunction, A finger raised would serve as indication. I’d go and take a leap from any height, Proclaiming her command without compunction; And if I died, I’d think it my salvation.
translated by: C.H. Scott and Anthony Mortimer