I truly know that Love Lives, although I thus die often. Because I know she is living, I endure everything with joyfulness in play: Affliction or mercy, what is evil, what is good, I hide them carefully from outsiders. My high-mindedness is wise with regard to this: That Love will compensate with love.
To sublime Love I have given away all that I am. Whether I lose or win, let all That is owed her be hers without dimunition.
What has happened now? I am not mine: She has engulfed the substance of my spirit. Her fine being gives me the assurance That the pain of Love is all profit.
I realise that Love deserves it: If I lose, if I win, it is all one to me. What I have most desired, Since Love first touched my heart, Was to content her according to her wish, As was always apparent for I endured her blows: For her sake this was my richest feudal estate.
If anyone wishes to content Love, I counsel him to spare himself in nothing. He shall give himself totally, So as to live in the performance of the noblest deeds, For lovers, secret: to outsiders, unknown, For they do not understand the essence of Love. That sweet attendance in the school of Love Is unknown to him who never enters there.
However cruelly I am wounded, What Love has promised me remains irrevocably. ~Hadewijch, Poems in Stanzas
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