It is time at last to wage war

It is time at last to wage war

Against the one who most tyrannizes us,

Most deludes us and most deceives us,

Now faithful, now treacherous...

If we have an enemy on earth, it is Love.

It suffices to have a breastplate on the heart:

That is our Achilles' heel...

We are, besides, more than a thousand,

All full of vigor;

So that surely the archer this time will perish.

There was never a crusade like this one

More just, more fateful if it can save us from the harm

From which we are all suffering...

Up, to horse! Lance in rest! And let us fly!

See, now we lie in ambush:

Love comes, shooting arrows around...

All keep still!

Only when he has reached us we go out

And declare him a prisoner...

Oh, instead he has wounded me!