Meditation and Wedding Prayer

The flower longs for the blessing of the light, the glowing meadow longs for the rain. The morning longs for the golden sun, the evening longs for the peace of bliss. The night longs for the shine of the stars, the wanderer for home in the distance. The orphan after his mother's breast. The poor sick man according to the lust of heaven, the mute harp according to the chords of the song. So I long for your words of love.

For me they are the heavenly blessings of light, refreshing my heart like the fields of rain. They are morning sun for my love, sweet rest for my restlessness, for my night the gentle glow of the stars, home, for my longing far away, for my orphaned heart of the mother's breast. For my soul's sorrow, heaven's lust. For the harmony of the strings of my heart, sound drums, O love melody!

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Should I love him, should I leave him to whom my heart has secretly given itself? Should I practice hating him rightly, advise me well, but do not advise against it. Of course he's wild, hasty with manners, no one understands how much I love him. But he can also ask so saintly, advise me well, but don't advise against it. I could have richer, wiser ones, a safe staff is good in life. I didn't begrudge the wild boy to anyone.

Advise me well, but advise not against. I let bad choices fool me. Better I lay myself in the grave right away, it's always wise to listen to advice, give me good advice, but don't advise against it. A flower that is no longer suitable for our situation. I picked it for you recently, friend. Because know, when I picked it, a butterfly clung to it, I saw that even a butterfly can love this little flower. This wonder of nature did not escape my gaze. That's why I send you the butterfly and the forget-me-not.