What I sang so often of Love (from Defense of Love)

What I sang so often of Love
Did not avail me much — in fact, very little.
Yet the minds of old and young
Are enlightened by a song of Love.
     But my good fortune holds
     So small a share of love:
My song, my weeping seem without success.

I cry out, and I lament:
Love has the days —
And I, the nights and the madness of love!