"Farewell, the lingering affliction of my spring! Past is the wickedness of my snowflakes in June! Summer have I become entirely, and summer noontide!
"A summer in the loftiest heights, with cold springs and blessed stillness: oh come, my friends, that the stillness may wax even more blessed!
"For this is our height and our home: too high and steep is our dwelling for all the unclean and their appetites.
"Do but cast your pure eyes into the well of my joyfulness, my friends! How could it thus become muddy! It will laugh back at you with its purity.
"On the tree called Future do we build our nest: eagles shall bring food in their beaks unto us lonely ones!
"Verily not the food whereof the unclean might partake. They would think they ate fire and would burn their mouths!
"Verily, no abodes for the unclean do we here hold in readiness! To their bodies our happiness would seem an ice-cavern, and to their spirits also!
"And like strong winds will we live above them, neighbours to the eagles, companions of the snow, and playmates of the sun: thus do strong winds live.
"And like a wind shall I one day blow amidst them, and take away their soul's breath with my spirit: thus my future willeth it.