Wedding Prayers and Meditation

O beloved let me live lonely! I am doomed to die early, I cannot give you peace or joy. But pray for you in solitude. I want to build your little cell for you beloved, my heart is lonely and dedicated to you. And through my eyes you can see the sky so close. The world so far. My arms, I want to wrap them tightly around you, like branches of love, heavy with fruit, my lips, they should sound like an echo to you.

My song jumps around like little birds. Your little hand, o put it on my heart, a living fountain beats in my bosom and how it feels in love. Moved by love, he springs towards you so brightly and joyfully. You cannot love, cannot believe, so just move on towards your death. The sun shone in your bed too early, just don't oversleep your sunset.

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It's still not evening every day, time will bring me roses one day, I'm going south, farewell in the north. You're still laughing at me when you're crying now. And behind the mountain the friend disappears, the sun goes through heaven's gate. The girl sadly ties his little bundle, climbs up the mountain with the moon. The forests stand so still, still, the mountain streams rush wildly. O strengthen my courage, the will is strong, so she prays at the holy picture. Then a silver bell rings in the wind, she steps into the cell of rosewood.

And takes the brown silk Klausner skirt, puts on humility, puts off pride. And as she lays down the colorful clothes, her heart beats loudly in her bosom. The flute of the wall clock moves so gently, and sings the night song of the bride from heaven. »Good night, o my darling, on a silken moss, oh how longingly the nightingale sings, the faithful rose glows at the little window. The rose that time will bring me.

I had to give the hut, the garden, to build your little cell so beautiful and fine, and now I have to live like you in the wilderness, be so lonely with my longing. O love, sleep well, from your lap falls the pearly rosary. Loyalty does not sleep on a silken moss, but love braids its wreath of thorns.«

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So you sing the flute, but darling cannot understand the song's sorrow, love's pleas. Love's supplication, the song of loneliness seems to her. So she lives a long time, undecorated, day and night. And already the rose bends down and no longer looks at the hermit, The storms whistle in wild nights, probably louder than the flutes sang, in the forest the deer fervently fight the world like wild. The time how long.

And if she sits sadly at the door, the deer rush in pairs on a winding path, the shy animals and stand still and look at her. »O time, o want to break the roses, how lonely is darling, how alone. Her heart wants to break in longing.« So she often writes on small tablets.

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And then fastens them to the antlers of the deer they tamed, and anxiously examines them in turn. If no one brought her an answer. Weeps tears of love, threads the pearl rosary through her curls so worldly, and pulls up her little skirt, decorates her socks with forest flowers. I'd like to go to the dance. And the bushes move brightly in the moon.

And if the nightingale sings sweetly and mildly, she cannot sleep, stands by the cell and thinks she sees her lover's picture. Embraces the trees with love-giving, and shakes hands with the blossoming branches, and cools his bosom in the cool earth. And draws his image in pure sand. She often lifts her little feet, she loves to dance and bites her lips, she loves to kiss, the stars are so calm in the sky.

Oh, how lonely I am, love is far away. So spring rushes, summer goes. The bushes lower the green roof, and they will not reap, those who have not sown, will not sleep peacefully, remorse is awake.

Master of Ceremonies

»You didn't believe, didn't love, so blossom. Wither away into your death, the sun shone in your little bed too early, just don't sleep through your sunset.' So she repeats his words in the dream, it's pounding in her heart, yes, just pound, in the dream she goes to the gate. Oh woe betrayed my heart! She weeps deceived and stops, words ring out to her. Oh, don't let me go without a shelter. God rewards you, pious hermit.

She opens the door, in sheer joy she cannot speak. Her eyes burst into tears of love, and joy and sorrow, because alas, it is not the beloved. And as she weeps, the old man stands still, his head bowed, not looking at her. O virgin, forgive me for keeping you ill, you are probably still devoted to the world. So he speaks angrily, and the poor hermit kneels before him, weeping, and begs, give me back my beloved.

O bring me back to life. The old man speaks quietly in the hermitage that was my roof yesterday. If devotion and peace are more at home, then a better Christian lives.

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There lives a young man, pious and quiet, and does good deeds, is without trumpery. Because of his beloved's will, he chose a state of sadness. The hermit wails and wrings her hands. And doesn't want to stay, wants to go to him. O tell me old man, where do I turn, in which valley do I find him. The old man weeps, the earthly love quarrel has moved him so deeply. The fair lady adorns herself, adorned as a bride she stands in a brown silk dress.

And hastily she pulls him from the threshold, wants to go with him to the valley. The night is so quiet, the moon so bright, the old man stands by the roses. And breaks the roses, and a youth kneels before the beloved bride. She can hug him, and again, again, she cries so quietly and laughs so loud.

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Sleep well, o my darling on silken moss, time brings roses, o sweet time! The hermit skirt is light and loose, the sky so close, the world so far. Up, up, o my darling, I will bring us to joy, swift as the wind. And swing on the saddled deer. The youth and his faithful child. The mountains flee, the groves flee, the cities stand and look, then he sets them down and kisses them on the Rhine. O darling, who would not flee after the two.