Come to the Root of the Root of your Self
I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.