Epithalamium Poem by Gert Strydom

Noble friend, dear comrade
companion in times of love and hate
you are here to part,
you have arrived and the occasion cannot wait.
Blow the trumpets and let the organ ring,
let the birds in the heavens sing
of the love God gave in your heart
let all things be praising.

High in the bluest sky
the sun rides by,
blessed bridegroom your day has come
let joyous banners fly,
while before God and man you stand
with a fortunate lady at your hand.

When the evening star rises steep,
let its light bring you to bed, but not to sleep
let melodies resound from an orchestral band
while your bride with joy weep.
Let your union be a blessing, that you will never roam,
that daily her enchantment will lead you home
and let she be near, as her heart is yours to keep,
where ever you wander under the sky’s dome.

Happy bridegroom the almighty God brings
all needed and timely things
love, adoration and passion
and great and good tidings.
Pour champagne from a frosted bottle and fill up
a shining and enchanted shared golden cup.

Now away from all noise and light
let this be a blessed charming night
where nothing disturb the two of you
and your stars shine high and bright.
Let your feelings be honourable and true,
that she can fall deeper in love with you
loving her tenderly and dearly
and may all blessings be yours as are due.
Do not fear any nightly harm,
while she lies at your charm
and let your sleep be safe and sound
as all is quiet without any alarm
while Godly angels guard with flaming sword,
prayers and every friendly good word
lies at your hearts, while you are bound
let serenity be yours to accord.