Spring
- Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
- For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its
- Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.
- Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the
- Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw
- Inspiration high above the cool green plains.
- Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
- And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
- They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
- the Night of Kedre.
- The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like
- Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance
- Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy;
- And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of
- Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea.
- Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter’s
- Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits
- With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander
- In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze.
- Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us
- Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses.
Summer
- Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
- Time of harvest approaches, and the sun’s eyes
- Are ripening the grain.
- Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the
- Spirit nourishes the grains of Joy from the
- Seeds of Love, sowed deep in our hearts.
- Let us fill our bins with the products of
- Nature, as life fills so abundantly the
- Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty.
- Let us make the flowers our bed, and the
- Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together
- Upon pillows of soft hay.
- Let us relax after the day’s toil, and listen
- To the provoking murmur of the brook.
Autumn
- Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard
- For the winepress, and keep the wine in old
- Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the
- Ages in eternal vessels.
- Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
- Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
- Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
- Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
- Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled
- Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
- And myrtle have no more tears.
- Let us retreat, for the tired brook has
- Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs
- Are drained of their copious weeping; and
- Their cautious old hills have stored away
- Their colorful garments.
- Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary
- And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
- With quiet and contented melody.
Winter
- Come close to me, oh companion of my full life;
- Come close to me and let not Winter’s touch
- Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth,
- For fire is the only fruit of Winter.
- Speak to me of the glory of your heart, for
- That is greater than the shrieking elements
- Beyond our door.
- Bind the door and seal the transoms, for the
- Angry countenance of the heaven depresses my
- Spirit, and the face of our snow-laden fields
- Makes my soul cry.
- Feed the lamp with oil and let it not dim, and
- Place it by you, so I can read with tears what
- Your life with me has written upon your face.
- Bring Autumn’s wine. Let us drink and sing the
- Song of remembrance to Spring’s carefree sowing,
- And Summer’s watchful tending, and Autumn’s
- Reward in harvest.
- Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the
- Fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes.
- Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; the lamp is
- Dim, and the wine which we pressed is closing
- Our eyes. Let us look upon each other before
- They are shut.
- Find me with your arms and embrace me; let
- Slumber then embrace our souls as one.
- Kiss me, my beloved, for Winter has stolen
- All but our moving lips.
- You are close by me, My Forever.
- How deep and wide will be the ocean of Slumber,
- And how recent was the dawn!
