Here you will find the Poem Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you, of poet Thibaut de Champagne
`Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you, As God may bless you, answer me fairly: When you are dead, and I ? for it?s true After you there can be no life for me ? What of Love, without our company? For there?s such wisdom and worth in you And I love so: after us, He?ll not be.? `Before God, Thibaut, I judge it true No one?s death ever killed Love. I see You mean perhaps to mock me too, Since you don?t seem wasted much to me. When we?re dead (Long may our lives be!) I?m sure Love will suffer a pang or two, But Love?s worth holds for eternity.? `Lady, you mustn?t merely imagine But know in your heart I love you deeply. That is why I have put on flesh again, This joy makes me love myself more dearly: For God never made a creature so lovely As you, but it makes me fear that when We die it will end all Love completely.? `Thibaut, silence! No one should begin A discussion developed so foolishly. It?s only your means of softening My heart, when you?ve already beguiled me. I don?t say I hate you, certainly, But if Love?s fate?s left for me to sing, He would still be served honourably.? `Lady God grant that you judge aright And see the ills that you make me suffer: Since I well know, that if die I might, Whatever the judgement Love will wither, If you, Lady, don?t keep him together, In the place he has always occupied: To your wisdom aspires no other.? `Thibaut, if Love is making you suffer, For me, don?t regret it, if I love ever, Mine is a heart that will fail you never.?