In the blizzard I was reborn.
As white as day,
as dark as night,
that blizzard has reframed
the very entity of mine.
The child of March, the spring-child I had been -
he disappeared under the snow,
dissolved in the snowblast fusion.
So there I stood, amidst white matter twister,
It interchanged blanch energy with me.
And since that time I lust for winter,
adore the snow,
enjoy the frost
and crave after the ice
Sun-lovers, ho! I call to you:
Forget the summer! Winter time
is better to worship our star!
What is the summer? A season of the sinking sun.
Nor is the winter - the sun climbs higher up!
What a frostbitten day! Walk to the field,
look at the bleached meadow.
It's not a sleeping world:
It's full of stars - they sparkle on the whiteness!
The sun gives birth to them - so bow before it, human!