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On the Mount of Olives
The winter, a wicked guest, sits in my house; my hands are blue from his
friendly handshake.
I honor him, this wicked guest, but I gladly let him sit alone. Gladly I
run away from him, and if one runs well, then one can escape him!
With warm feet and warm thoughts I run to where the wind is calm –
to the sunny spot of my mount of olives.

There I laugh at my fierce guest and still think well of him for catching
the flies in my house and silencing much small noise.
For he does not tolerate it when a mosquito or two wants to sing;
he also makes the lane so lonely that the moonlight is afraid in it at
night.
Ahard guest is he – but I honor him, and I do not pray to the pot-bellied
fire idol like the weaklings.
Rather a bit of teeth chattering than worshiping idols – that is how
my kind wants it! And I especially grudge all horny, steamy, musty fire
idols.
Whomever I love, I love better in winter than in summer; better and
more heartily I now mock my enemies since winter sits at home with
me.
Heartily indeed, even when I crawl to bed – then even my hiding
happiness laughs and makes mischief; even my lying dream laughs.
I, a crawler? Never in my life have I crawled before the mighty; and if
I ever lied, then I lied out of love. That is why I am cheerful even in my
winter bed.
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