It is the season where love meets, a lonely man turning up the collar of his coat,
looking for a woman who he will warmly embrace
and a woman looking for a man
who will warmly embrace [her], with all his heart.
It is the time when the season of love knocks on the door.
It is the season when the God of love opens the door
and comes inside of me.
The time when the door of love is opened by
perfectly packing the grains of deeds.
Making predawn prayer your constitution,,
Meditating on the Word becoming a habit,
Preaching the word becoming part of your daily life.
It is the time to meet the love of the divine by
suppressing your temper and bad-mouthing tongue in your everyday life
and putting an end to every work in order to harvest the Holy Son.
“Harvesting!” It is to harvest his love.
Written by 1004.