Wedding Prayers and Meditation

If your divine power, O love, does not raise us from the exile Misty Valley to the world of stars. Who then bears the torment of life? Into the realm of immensity, up to where the last sphere sounds. Do you follow the flight of the consecrated one when he soars out of the dust! And, surrounded by torrents of fire, the globe falls itself into the grave of time.

Float away, a phoenix, you the embers. Your name is immortality. Why didn't you go that night when I defiantly told you; "Go!" The same word applies today, and back then it didn't hurt half as much. Oh, back then I still dared to fight. I was brave, young and strong then, but if you leave me today. Then the prank hits me to the core.

Wedding Ritual

Love began in March, when my mind and heart fell ill. But when May, the green one, came. An end to all my mourning. It was probably three o'clock in the afternoon on the moss bench of the hermitage, which is hidden behind the linden tree, when I discovered my heart in her. The flowers were fragrant. In the tree the nightingale sang, but we hardly heard a single word of her song, we had many important things to talk about. We swore allegiance unto death. The hours passed, the sunset faded. But for a long time we sat and cried in the dark.

The stormy night has married us in roaring and raging and fear. What our souls have long concealed, there it has dawned on us. I read so deeply in your gaze at the ray of sheet lightning. I read in it my flaming happiness, in its shine, the moist. The wind threw your fragrant hair playfully around my forehead and cheeks, the waves whispered enticingly of hot, deep desire. The lips were so close, I held you tightly. My wooing and your stammering yes, the wind has swallowed them up.