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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
Look around and note what in all nature sighs of self: Willingly she yields the bounty of her love, Spring unto Summer, Summer to Autumn pledged; Winter that Chariot of Sorrow to the Steeds of Spring is yoked fast. Live as it were in this sorrow, from its conquest comes the reward; what ended last night in tempest will with the dawn become calm. That for which self in sorrow sighs, would surely if gratified sting, for real prayer cannot be offered, till the [13]heart from desire has been freed. Hold thyself as the rose its petals, which when bloomed, casts its treasures of beauty and perfume, into the garden called earth.