with colors and scents,
a hundred thousand trimmings
and strange get - up;
perhaps and old man might regain his youth
in such a time,
as the world found strength again
Nature has raised an army:
rain - clouds marshalled by a gentle wind,
storm - lit path,
I have seen a thousand armies
but never one like this.
Look at the cloud weeping
listen to the thunder sighing,
from time to time the sun comes out
between the sullen clouds
like a prisoner
escaping from his guard.
The winter world was sick
but now the scent of jasmine has revived it;
rain falls, smelling of musk,
stripping the earth of its white covering;
the frozen treasure opens into flower
and dry streams flow.
In the distance, the desert tulip gleams
like a bride's finger dyed with henna;
the nightingale is singing in the willow,
the pigeon in the cypress,
Now is the time to drink and be alive
for now lover and lover
one to another.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !