Love

Zal nemmermeer gebeuren my dan, naa deze stondt

by Pieter Corneliszoon Hooft 1581–1647

Translated by John Bowring and Harry S. van Dyk (1824) · From Batavian Anthology (1824)

Love

Oh! must I then surrender the sweets I dearly prize,
The blisses of thy lips, love, the friendship of thine eyes,
The blisses of thy lips, love—of thy lips, love?

The blisses of thy lips, love—the friendship of thine eyes!
The favour of thy bosom that open'd to my sighs,
The favour of thy bosom, of thy bosom?

Yet I shall be for ever thy willing slave and true;
But oh! my wilder'd senses! how shall I govern you?
But oh! my wilder'd senses—wilder'd senses.

They all may vanish quickly, and wander from me far,
Now they have lost thee, dearest! their light—their guiding-star;
Now they have lost thee, dearest! lost thee, dearest!

The fair one's tears descended—she strove in vain to speak,
The drops that love had cherish'd fell down on either cheek;
The drops that love had cherish'd, love had cherish'd.

The soothing tears of pity, which more than smiles impart,
Even in his deepest misery, gave solace to his heart,
Even in his deepest misery, deepest misery.

Dame Venus with her bright star now look'd out from above,
And saw this gentle courtship with wonder and with love.
And saw this gentle courtship, gentle courtship.

"And since the glittering tear-drops such influence own," she cried,
"Why is the power of weeping unto the gods denied?
Why is the power of weeping, power of weeping?"

The tender tears descended. The goddess came beneath,
"Hold! rather would I trample upon my rosy wreath.
Hold! rather would I trample, would I trample."

And, fearing lest some footstep might injure them, she stole
And caught the living tear-drops within a rose's bowl.
And caught the living tear-drops, living tear-drops.

"Oh! what are all my roses, or what my chaplet fair?
Bright pearls I now can fashion beyond the world's compare.
Bright pearls I now can fashion, now can fashion."

As soon as this was spoken, her tears as pearls appear,
Which she with gold pierc'd lightly, and hung in either ear.
Which she with gold pierc'd lightly, gold pierc'd lightly.

When Venus in her mirror thus saw herself array'd,
She wanted neither garlands nor talismanic aid.
She wanted neither garlands, neither garlands.

MLA

Hooft, Pieter Corneliszoon. “Zal nemmermeer gebeuren my dan, naa deze stondt.” Translated by John Bowring and Harry S. van Dyk. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hooft/4/.

Chicago

Hooft, Pieter Corneliszoon. “Zal nemmermeer gebeuren my dan, naa deze stondt.” Translated by John Bowring and Harry S. van Dyk. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hooft/4/.

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