both in love *and* foolish

Night has come with silent footsteps,
On the beaches by the ocean;
And the waves, with curious whispers,
Ask the moon, 'Have you a notion

'Who that man is? Is he foolish,
Or with love is he demented?
For he seems so sad and cheerful,
So cast down yet so contented.'

And the moon, with shining laughter,
Answers them, 'If you must know it,
He is both in love and foolish;
And, besides that, he's a poet!
[Heinrich Heine, 'An Dem Stillen Meerestrande', translated by Louis Untermeyer]