Wedding Prayer and Meditation

How the little flowers tremble outside in the evening breeze, and you want to embitter my heart. And now you want to leave me. Oh stay with me and don't go away, my heart is your hometown. I loved you endlessly, never did you any harm, and you silently shake my hands and you start to cry. Don't cry, oh don't go away, my heart is your hometown.

Out there in the distance people are not so good, and I would gladly give all my life, all my goods for you. Stay with me and don't go away, my heart is your hometown. Does he dream to earth, who, tell me, who does he mean? His tear swell, what, gods, why is he crying? Does he tremble, sisters, what, speak, frightens him? He rejoice, oh heaven, what is it, what makes him happy?

Wedding without Church

Heart, you've grown so old and you're still so young, still so childishly young. That you always desire for your loved ones reciprocation. You think that thanks are due for faithful effort, not for the plague suffered in silence on the very last day of suffering. Nor for the bitter drink in the chalice.

Heart, you've gotten so old. Learn it once, that you should, after a better reward, gently carry a different wreath and a different crown, cross and yoke. Be the flower that is trampled on just as it is blooming, greens again and blooms again. Bear still the thorns on your head and the roses in your soul! Wide meadows in twilight grey.

The sun has faded, the stars are moving. Now I'm going to the most beautiful woman, far across meadows in the twilight gray, deep in the bush of jasmine. Through twilight in love land. I'm not going fast, I'm not in a hurry. A soft, velvety band pulls me through the twilight gray of the land of love, into a blue, mild light.