And he thought, 'Since to Love I wakened but ill hath Love dealt with me,Of Love was I born, how comes it that I must from her presence flee?Tho' my hand for the Grail be seeking yet desire it doth rend my heart,And I yearn for her sweet embraces; ah, too long have we dwelt apart!880Shall I look with mine eyes on rejoicing while my heart seeth naught but woe?The twain fit but ill together, and no man thereby shall knowHigh courage, a knight befitting—Now Good Fortune direct my way,And show me what best beseemeth!' His harness before him lay,And he thought, 'Since to me that lacketh with which others are richly blest,—885The love in whose sweet fulfilment many sad hearts have found their rest—Since this sorrow must be my portion I care not what else my lot,Little reck I what shall befall me, since my joy Heaven willeth not!And thou, for whose love I am yearning, were it so both with me and thee,That our hearts ever dreamed of parting, nor our love from all doubt were free,890It might well be that with another joy and blessing again were mine,But thy love it so fast doth hold me, I may rest on no heart but thine!And for aye am I Sorrow's captive! Now Good Fortune bring joy to allWho find peace in fair Love's fulfilment, they are blessèd whate'er befall—May God give to this folk rejoicing! But I from their joy must flee,895And wend lonely as of aforetime, since gladness is not for me!'Then he stretched out his hand to his harness, and as oft was his wont of yore,Unaided he girt it on him, and soon was he armed once more.Now sorrow anew he seeketh—When he, who from joy would fly,Had armed himself, his charger he saddled right speedily,900And his shield and spear were ready—O'er his loss did they wail next morn,For no eye looked on his departing, he rode thence ere the day was born.
And he thought, 'Since to Love I wakened but ill hath Love dealt with me,Of Love was I born, how comes it that I must from her presence flee?Tho' my hand for the Grail be seeking yet desire it doth rend my heart,And I yearn for her sweet embraces; ah, too long have we dwelt apart!880Shall I look with mine eyes on rejoicing while my heart seeth naught but woe?The twain fit but ill together, and no man thereby shall knowHigh courage, a knight befitting—Now Good Fortune direct my way,And show me what best beseemeth!' His harness before him lay,And he thought, 'Since to me that lacketh with which others are richly blest,—885The love in whose sweet fulfilment many sad hearts have found their rest—Since this sorrow must be my portion I care not what else my lot,Little reck I what shall befall me, since my joy Heaven willeth not!And thou, for whose love I am yearning, were it so both with me and thee,That our hearts ever dreamed of parting, nor our love from all doubt were free,890It might well be that with another joy and blessing again were mine,But thy love it so fast doth hold me, I may rest on no heart but thine!And for aye am I Sorrow's captive! Now Good Fortune bring joy to allWho find peace in fair Love's fulfilment, they are blessèd whate'er befall—May God give to this folk rejoicing! But I from their joy must flee,895And wend lonely as of aforetime, since gladness is not for me!'
Then he stretched out his hand to his harness, and as oft was his wont of yore,Unaided he girt it on him, and soon was he armed once more.Now sorrow anew he seeketh—When he, who from joy would fly,Had armed himself, his charger he saddled right speedily,900And his shield and spear were ready—O'er his loss did they wail next morn,For no eye looked on his departing, he rode thence ere the day was born.