A rope of love-thoughts
O rope of love-thoughts, draw hither my gallant!
Canst thou but draw him hither, then for my sake do not cast him loose.
Certes the rope-strands are twisted together of heart-fibre, therefore they can bear the strain so long.
If I meet a man who cuts me adrift, then I feel myself befooled.
O rope! Hateful art thou when thou dost drag us apart: love-worthy, when thou drawst us back together.
Yet, since we are tugged at from either side, I know not when we may be united.
All my heart’s love I have entrusted to your keeping:
‘Tis pity, then, that time on time you cut the rope, stirring riot in my heart and bossom.
Would I swear an oath, why need I adjure the mountain? Would I make a covenant, why need I adjure the sea?
It is the heart which must not change.
But if our hearts trend diversely, then even a rope will not unite us.