Calendar of the Soul

Verses by Rudolf Steiner
English Translations by Tom Mellett

Forty Sixth Week / Seventh Week


Here is the next pair of Calendar of the Soul verses for this week (#46) and its polar opposite (#7). Note how the verses are converging on crossing point which will occur at Easter (#1).


For the Easter 2000 to Holy Saturday 2001 cycle:
This week's verse (#46) has dates of: February 18 - 25
The polar verse (#7) corresponds to the week: May 26 - 31


[Note: The dates with the verses are the original dates given by Steiner.]


              St.John's ---------->  12-13
                                   11     16
                                   8       19
              (polar verse)------>  7     20
                                     3   23
                  Easter------------> 1-26 <------ Michaelmas
                                    27 - 52
                                   29     49
                                  32       45 <------(this week's verse)
                                   34     42
                Christmas----------> 38-39





T'.    46. Woche    (16. - 22. Februar)
Die Welt, sie drohet zu betaueben
der Seele eingeborene Kraft;

Nun trete du, Erinnerung,
Aus Geistestiefen leuchtend auf
Und staerke mir das Schauen,
das nur durch Willenskraefte
Sich selbst erhalten kann.




T'.    46th week:    (February 16 - 22)
The World!
It threatens to stupefy
the innate power of my soul.

Memory! ---
Illuminating out of
the depths of the spirit, ---
Come forward now!!

Strengthen my vision,
which can only be sustained
by the forces of my will.




G.    7. Woche     (19. - 25. Mai)
Mein Selbst, es drohet zu entfliehen,
Vom Weltenlichte maechtig angezogen.
Nun trete du mein Ahnen
In deine Rechte kraeftig ein,

Ersetze mir des Denkens Macht,
das in der Sinne Schein
Sich selbst verlieren will.





G.    7th week:    (May 19 - 25)
My Self! ---
It threatens to flee---
Intensely attracted by cosmic light.

My Intuition!
Come in now with confidence!
Take your rightful place!

Replenish the power of my Thinking,
which craves to lose itself
in the glorious illusions
of the senses.