Cupiditatem

Love has penetrated my heart with its flame, 

And is ever rekindled with new warmth. 

Neither sea nor land, hills nor forest, nor even the Alps 

Can stand in its way or hinder it 

From always licking at your inmost parts, good father, 

Or from bathing your heart, my beloved, with tears. 

Sweet love, why do you inspire bitter tears 

Alcuin (c. 735–804) to Arno of Salzburg