Twelfth Week
The radiant beauty of the world Compels my inmost soul to free God-given powers of my nature That they may soar into the cosmos, To take wing from myself And trustingly to seek myself In cosmic light and cosmic warmth.
English translation
by Ruth and Hans Pusch
Der Welten Schönheitsglanz, Er zwinget mich aus Seelentiefen Des Eigenlebens Götterkräfte Zum Weltenfluge zu entbinden; Mich selber zu verlassen, Vertrauend nur mich suchend In Weltenlicht und Weltenwärme.
The Year Participated translation
by Owen Barfield
The flush of beauty round the world forces my soul to search her depths for godlike powers, to set them free and send them winging out into the world, to leave myself behind me in trust that I shall find me there in the Light, there in the Warmth again.(provided with the kind permission of the Rudolf Steiner Press)