Oh, am I not beset with the plague’s pain Since I cannot give over loving one Who hates me—what is worse, has such disdain She will not even glance as I pass on? Yes, night and day she brings me such great woe That agony with sweat my brow’s bespent. My soul burns, yet she does not care, I know. I cannot think that Hell is different. Often my friends say: ”Is she worth your grief? She is a woman, that you realize, And they are all the same, and that is ill.” Yet since I love her beyond all belief, I wait for Love to aid in my emprise. All potent, he can do so if he will.
Oh, am I not beset with the plague’s pain Since I cannot give over loving one Who hates me—what is worse, has such disdain She will not even glance as I pass on? Yes, night and day she brings me such great woe That agony with sweat my brow’s bespent. My soul burns, yet she does not care, I know. I cannot think that Hell is different. Often my friends say: ”Is she worth your grief? She is a woman, that you realize, And they are all the same, and that is ill.” Yet since I love her beyond all belief, I wait for Love to aid in my emprise. All potent, he can do so if he will.