Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, Moscow.
Winter whitens the hard path
Your days are prey to the wicked.
The wind bites your gentle hand;
Hatred blows on your joy.
Snow fills the dark furrow.
The light is dimmed…
Close your door to the aquilon!
Close your window to the cloud!
And leave your heart open!
The heart is the holy window.
The misty sun is overcast;
But perhaps God will shine!
Doubt of happiness, mortal fruit;
Doubt of the man full of envy;
Doubt the priest and the altar;
But believe in love, O my life!
Believe in love, always whole,
Always shining under every veil!
In love, firebrand of the hearth!
To love, ray of the stars!
Love, and do not despair.
In your soul, where I sometimes pass,
Where my verses whisper low,
Let each thing in its place.
Faithfulness without boredom,
The peace of high virtue,
And indulgence for others,
Sponge of washed-up faults.
In your mind where everything is beautiful,
Let nothing fall or retreat.
Make your love your torch.
We light ourselves with what burns.
To these demons of enmity
Oppose your serene gentleness,
And reverse in pity
All the hatred they have spewed at you.
Hatred is the winter of the heart.
Pity them! but keep your courage.
Keep your winning smile;
Beautiful rainbow, come out of the storm!
Keep your eternal love.
In winter, does the star extinguish its flame?
God takes nothing from heaven;
Take nothing from your soul!
It is cold
Victor Hugo (1802-1885), Contemplations