Prayer and Meditation

Beautiful bridge, you often carried me when my heart was beating expectantly and I crossed the river with you. And methinks thy proud bows have swept with them in bold swings, and they sympathized with my love. Woe to the deception, since I now see, when I go through heavy sorrow, that feeling that no yoke can bend the burden, I should go lonely into the mountains.

And look for a weak bridge that tremblingly submits to my sorrow? But she, with other woes and sorrows, and other bliss in her heart. Lightly carry the blooming form of the beautiful bridge, you may stand forever, but it will never happen that a better one flows across!

Classic Wedding

Small blossoms, undemanding flowers, forest edge decorations and meadow confusion, red, white, yellow, blue flowers I took home with me as I passed by. Old, dear times came again. Green blades of grass blew across the fields, the goldfinch sang sweetly in the alder bushes, he sang a whole world of innocence to me and you. Well for years your hands have been arranging strings of pearls and roses in your hair.

How much more beautiful, young woman, little flowers adorned you, which we once picked, I and you. Whatever love you experience, carry it deep in your breast, where no one may perceive it, no one knows it but you. See the mountain, in the heart of the rock, how it hides everything that its shaft of precious ores and rocks ever covers. Look at the pearls, like thoughts, they sleep in the shell house, which they entwine inside, but never come out.

And your own heart, the giant of feelings and ardor, see how it rests hidden in the paradise of your breast. So keep your love deep in your bosom's shrine, only reveal the secret to the beloved alone. Because love can only make lovers happy – others cannot. Just as stars delight only those who see - blind people do not.