by John Donne (1572 - 1631)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Since she whom I lov'd hath pay'd her...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
Since she whom I lov'd hath pay'd her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her Soule early into Heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
Here the admyring her my mind did whett
To seeke thee God; so streams do shew their head;
But though I have found thee and thou my thirst hast fed,
A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett,
But why should I begg more love, when as thou
Dost wooe my soul for hers: off'ring all thine:
And dost not only feare lest I allow
My love to Saints and Angels, things divine,
But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
[Lest the world, Fleshe]1, yea, Devill putt thee out.

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1 Hall: "Least in the world. Fleshe"


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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Daniel Johannsen) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Line count: 14
Word count: 123

Depuis que celle que j'ai aimée a payé...
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Depuis que celle que j'ai aimée a payé sa dernière dette
À la Nature, et aux siens, et que mon trésor est mort,
Et son âme tôt ravie dans les cieux,
Mon esprit est fixé complètement sur des choses célestes,
Ici mon esprit, qui l'admire, doit s'exercer
À chercher Dieu ; ainsi les rivières montrent leur tête ;
Mais bien que je t'aie trouvé et que tu aies assouvi ma soif,
Une hydropisie sainte et assoiffée me fait fondre encore,
Mais pourquoi devrais-je solliciter plus d'amour, quand comme toi
Mon âme se désole pour les siens : offrant tout le tien :
Et ne pas craindre seulement par peur que je permette
Mon amour pour les saints et les anges, divins objets,
Mais dans ta tendre jalousie, doute
Moins du monde, ma chair, le diable te met dehors.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-07-05
Line count: 14
Word count: 138