All is mystery in Love, His arrows, his quiver, his torch, …

All is mystery in Love,
His arrows, his quiver, his torch, his childhood.
It is not the work of a day
To exhaust this knowledge.
I do not, therefore, presume to explain everything here.
My aim is only to tell, in my own way,
How this Blind Man (He is a god), how, I say, he lost his sight;
What consequence this misfortune had, which is perhaps a blessing;
I leave it to a lover to judge, and decide nothing.
Folly and Love were playing together one day.
The latter was not yet deprived of his sight.
A dispute arose: Love wanted the Council of the Gods assembled
On this matter.
The other lacked patience;
She struck him such a furious blow,
That he lost the light of the heavens.
Venus demanded vengeance.
Woman and mother, her cries alone suffice to judge:
The Gods were stunned,
And Jupiter, and Nemesis,
And the Judges of Hell, in short, the whole lot of them.
She demonstrated the enormity of the case.
Her son, without a staff, could not take a step:
No punishment was great enough for this crime.
The damage had to be repaired as well.
When the interest of the Public, that of the Party, had been duly considered,
The final result of the supreme Court
Was to condemn Folly
To serve as Love's guide.