Tana

Glorious sun, are you setting?
- Yes, to rise again

Sublime nature, my ears did not hear your music
- Your heart has heard it, your soul has danced to it.

Trees to the clouds: with raised hands we pay you our homage. Clouds: In tears we grant your request.

Nature, where do you borrow your sublimity?
- From your loving spirit.

Rain, why do you not come in the desert?
- I keep away from where I am not welcome

When once passing through the mountains, I saw rock, some resting on their knees, some bending, some standing. I asked, "O hard-hearted monster, what secret is there in you charm?" They answered in a silent voice, "That we do not assert ourselves."

Rocky mountains, what are you?
- We are the tombs of the world's past.

Crystal, What are you?
- I am the shadow of Christ's heart.
What quality do you posses?
I am empty of self, so that by gazing, one sees in me His heart reflected.

Desert to the rain-clouds: you are passing over us, why not be our guest?
Rain-clouds: We have no longer trust in the hard-hearted.

Glorious nature, wonderful picture, where shall I keep you?
- In the frame of your heart.

Wilderness, why does your cry touch me so deeply?
- Because it rises from the bottom of my heart

Wilderness, what is in you that is so overwhelming?
- The expansion of my heart.

Goodbye, nature's vision, shall I see you again?
- yes, whenever you open the album of your heart.