(Sry, i'm german, so this poetry is lost in translation)

The fog dense, hiding the truth,
water falls, choking the silence,
the fire hot, the embers dominant,
Air and wind form stones into sand.

elements, the parable,
there are four in number
many gates, the secret,
Steps, gates ultimately the grail.

United they tell of yesterday and today,
the present excluded, which pleases ravens.
The fog is long gone now, the water is clear again,
as if nothing had happened, peace is back.