Meditation and Wedding Prayer

The air is full of your fragrance, O sweet body of jasmine! The clock strikes three. The first pink clouds are on the horizon. The first pink clouds are on the horizon. The clock strikes three. O sweet love of jasmine, the air is full of your fragrance! I was in a night like no other, there you came, my beloved face.

You turned such a night into a lovely day. You sang music and poured me out and spoke the words that I never forgot, with a primordial breath so sacred that this bad night passed like smoke.

Your Mountain Wedding

Over rocks, windswept, I climb high up to the open air. Up there I want to unburden myself of this torment, bathe in the storm, consecrate my newborn soul. Berg, my faintheartedness cannot stand before your gigantic countenance. Storm, in the roar of your strength, which gathers the forest together, my sigh must be blown away like dust.

From mountain to valley the French horn sounded. In the blooming valley the maiden sang. From the rose, the rose in the valley! The hunter heard the girl's song. His french horn faded away at the song. From the rose, the rose in the valley! The hunter up there listened so anxiously. As the song quietly faded away in the valley. From the rose, the rose in the valley! He walked very quietly along the mountains, And the song always rang in his ears. From the rose, the rose in the valley!

What is love? Need, from which there is no escaping, the most inhospitable guest for every heart. A cold fire, painful bliss, a sweet wormwood, blissful pain. The dearest wound, poison full of good taste, lamentation that laughs and laughter that laments, healthy illness, henchman that gives grace, the most beautiful grave, and death where life is born.