O Lord, even after finding You close, recognising is difficult. Stay in my mental heavenly
garden, which does not come and go. The heat of summer and humidity of rain, by nothing I
can understand what is Your message. The sandal breeze provides softness of autumn. By
snow of the prewinter and inrtial cold of the winter, it occurs into the mind that You are
located into expression of dejection. The tender leaves of the spring, and fragrance of
the colourful flowers, goes on pouring Your honey.