The Homily on Love by Despot Stefan

and in them many beauties:
for the birds a swift, for joys a swift flight across the sky,
and to the mountains their peaks,
and to the meadows their expanses,
and to the fields their breadth;
and of the delicate air
the murmuring in some wondrous waves:
and the earth's bearing of gifts
of fragrant flowers, and of grasses;
but of man's very nature
the renewal and the gladness
who could worthily tell?

All this, however,
and the other wondrous works of God,
which not even the keen-sighted mind
is able to behold,
love surpasses.
And it is no wonder,
for God is love,
as said John, the son of thunder.

Deceit of any kind has no place in love.
For Cain, a stranger to love, said to Abel:
"Let us go out into the field."