To high love I have utterly
Surrendered what I am.
Whether I lose or win, be it all
Due to her, neither more nor less.
What has befallen me?
I am not my own.
She has swallowed up all my sense.
Her fair being
Gives the certainty
That pain of love is all gain.
Hadewijch of Antwerp, Poem 16:71-80
Translasted by Marieke J.E.H.T van Baest
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