1191.

The bliss to be beloved by those they love who gains,

Of love the stoneless, luscious fruit obtains.

1192.

As heaven on living men showers blessings from above,

Is tender grace by lovers shown to those they love.

1193.

Who love and are beloved, to them alone

Belongs the boast, 'We've made life's very joys our own.'

1194.

Those well-beloved will luckless prove,

Unless beloved by those they love.

1195.

From him I love to me what gain can be,

Unless, as I love him, he loveth me?

1196.

Love on one side is bad; like balanced load

By porter borne, love on both sides is good.

1197.

While Kaman [Love] rushes straight at me alone,

Is all my pain and wasting grief unknown?

1198.

Who hear from lover's lips no pleasant word from day to day,

Yet in the world live out their life,—no braver souls than they!

1199.

Though he my heart desires no grace accords to me,

Yet every accent of his voice is melody.

1200.

Tell him thy pain that loves not thee?

Farewell, my soul, fill up the sea!