Love has seven names.
Do you know what they are?
Rope, Light, Fire, Coal
make up its domain.
The others, also good,
more modest but alive:
Dew, Hell, the Living Water.
I name them here (for they
are in the Scriptures),
explaining every sign
for virtue and form.
I tell the truth in signs.
Love appears every day
for one who offers love.
That wisdom is enough.
Love is a ROPE, for it ties
and holds us in its yoke.
It can do all, nothing snaps it.
You who love must know.
The meaning of LIGHT
is known to those who
offer gifts of love,
approved or condemned.
The Scripture tell us
the symbol of COAL:
the one sublime gift
God gives the intimate soul.
Under the name of FIRE, luck,
bad luck, joy or no joy,
consumes. We are seized
by the same heat from both.
When everything is burnt
in its own violence, the DEW,
coming like a breeze, pauses
and brings the good.
LIVING WATER (its sixth name)
flows and ebbs
as my love grows
and disappears from sight.
HELL (I feel its torture)
damns, covering the world.
Nothing escapes. No one has grace
to see a way out.
Take care, you who wish
to deal with names
for love. Behind their sweetness
and wrath, nothing endures.
Nothing but wounds and kisses.
Though love appears far off,
you will move into its depth.
Hadewijch
Do you know what they are?
Rope, Light, Fire, Coal
make up its domain.
The others, also good,
more modest but alive:
Dew, Hell, the Living Water.
I name them here (for they
are in the Scriptures),
explaining every sign
for virtue and form.
I tell the truth in signs.
Love appears every day
for one who offers love.
That wisdom is enough.
Love is a ROPE, for it ties
and holds us in its yoke.
It can do all, nothing snaps it.
You who love must know.
The meaning of LIGHT
is known to those who
offer gifts of love,
approved or condemned.
The Scripture tell us
the symbol of COAL:
the one sublime gift
God gives the intimate soul.
Under the name of FIRE, luck,
bad luck, joy or no joy,
consumes. We are seized
by the same heat from both.
When everything is burnt
in its own violence, the DEW,
coming like a breeze, pauses
and brings the good.
LIVING WATER (its sixth name)
flows and ebbs
as my love grows
and disappears from sight.
HELL (I feel its torture)
damns, covering the world.
Nothing escapes. No one has grace
to see a way out.
Take care, you who wish
to deal with names
for love. Behind their sweetness
and wrath, nothing endures.
Nothing but wounds and kisses.
Though love appears far off,
you will move into its depth.
Hadewijch
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