Now’s the winter starts our life.
Impetuous springs, raging summers, fallen falls
Falling into bitter winters – all dead.
But now they live!

Why should painful pleasures past
disrupt the fullness of today?
All’s open now – past is past.
But present perilous.

What meek shield but love
will keep us now?

A thousand thousand adamant walls
cannot protect.
But that impenetrable all-penetrating
Softness will conquer and defend.