“From radiant dawns
You hope for shining clear days.
Love appeared, but then shattered me
Like many others I do not name
For they know who they are.
I know myself as someone
Who constantly mourns Love.
The peasant says, “Wait for evening
Before you praise the day’s beauty.”
Understanding so late
Makes me cry out: “Alas my life!
Where is the rapture
And peace of Love
She gave so lavishly at first?”
Hadewijch of Antwerp