The new year has begun for us. / Now must God grant us with love / That we may be able so to begin it / That it may be of value for Love.

They who live without Love are dead. / But the worst of all deaths is this -- / That the loving soul be cowardly toward Love; / For perfect Love is never cowardly, / But claims its rights, which it lacks.

The new year has begun for us. / Now must God grant us with love / That we may be able so to begin it / That it may be of value for Love.

What use is it for me to force my nature? / For my nature shall always remain / What it is and conquer what belongs to it, / However men may narrow its path.

Although the season is joyful everywhere, / And mountain and valley are all verdant, / That would seem a truly small matter to him / Who has met mischance in love.

love is that burning fire which devours everything and shall never, never cease in all the endless ages to come.

It is written in the code of love: He who strikes the blow is himself struck down.