And come to thee--a slave to his lord--
I'd pay thee homage with eyes that mourn,
Until thy mercy I'd implored,
Heedless of laughter, heedless of scorn.
Raimon of Miraval had said, "I am no lover, I am a worshipper," and
Cavalcanti:
My lady's virtue has my blindness riven,
A secret sighing thrills my humbled heart:
When favoured with a sight of her thou art,
Thy soul will spread its wings and soar to heaven.
Peire Vidal:
God called the women close to Him,
Because he saw all good in them.
And:
The God of righteousness endowed
So well thy body and thy mind
That His own radiancy grew blind.
And many a soul that has not bowed
To Him for years in sin enmeshed,
Is by thy grace and charm refreshed.
The beauty of the adored was divine. Bernart of Ventadour wrote:
Her glorious beauty sheds a brilliant ray
On darkest night and dims the brightest day.
Guilhem of Cabestaing:
God has created her without a blemish
Of His own beauty.
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