In spring, I look for the Lord, who is myself,
in summer, I look for the Lord of nature,
in autumn, I look for the Lord, the Creator,
in winter, while looking at the world, as the cold blizzard from the north pierces my skin
through the small opening of the window,
in a warm room, throughout the whole winter,
I shall live with the Lord, having a nice, lovely chat,
discussing the history of a thousand years.