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!