FOOTNOTES TO INTRODUCTION
George Webbe Dasent translation
Nor aught nor naught existed; yon bright sky Was not, nor Heaven’s broad woof outstretched above. What covered all? what sheltered? what concealed? Was it the water’s fathomless abyss? There was not death—yet was there nought immortal. There was no confine betwixt day and night; The only One breathed breathless by itself, Other than It there nothing since has been. Darkness there was, and all at first was veiled In gloom profound—an ocean without light— The germ that still lay covered in the husk Burst forth, one nature, from the fervent heat. Then first came love upon it, the new spring Of mind—yea, poets in their hearts discerned, Pondering, this bond between created things And uncreated. Comes this spark from earth, Piercing and all pervading, or from Heaven? Then seeds were sown, and mighty powers arose— Nature below, and power and will above— Who knows the secret? who proclaimed it here, Whence, whence this manifold creation sprang? The Gods themselves came later into being— Who knows from whence this great creation sprang? He from whom all this great creation came, Whether His will created or was mute, The Most High Seer that is in highest heaven, He knows it—or perchance even he knows not.
Qui les cinc sens ainsinc deçoit Par les fantosmes, qu’il reçoit, Don maintes gens par lor folie Cuident estre par nuit estries, Errans aveques Dame Habonde; Et dient, que par tout le monde Li tiers enfant de nacion Sunt de ceste condicion.
Dautre part, que li tiers du monde Aille ainsinc eavec Dame Habonde.
Commer goe ye before, Commer goe ye, Gif ye will not goe before, Commer let me.
Hierüber vant Tristan einen sin, Si giengen an ir bette wider, Und leiten sich dâ wider nider, Von einander wol pin dan, Reht als man and man, Niht als man and wîp; Dâ lac lîp and lîp, In fremder gelegenheit, Ouch hât Tristan geleit Sîn swert bar enzwischen si.
Et qant il vit la nue espee Qui entre eus deus les deseurout.
His sword he drough titly And laid it hem bitvene.
Der Herzog zog aus sein goldiges schwert, Er leit es zwischen beide hert Das schwert soll weder hauen noch schneiden, Das Annelein soll ein megedli bleiben.