Deux amours : Amour de dieux et homme

The love i have made,
with my mistress of late,
is no less great,
than the divine act the narrate.

Higher it is if anything at all,
for not in my dreams,
would my lover i forsake,
or leave him to hang,
for some jealous devils bait.

Who is your lord who breathed in desire?
And forgot in holy artistry to carve a mouth?
These queries of life are the seeds he has sown!
From his waters sacred the tree of knowledge hath grown.

Then how dare in his pride,
doth he tell me to wait,
For a day when the ground
and mountains shall shake.