Wherever you might linger amiss,
I’m greeting you, my little sis.
I’d so like to share your pain with you,
I’d love to be with you anew.
Your life was joyless, never a ball,
No youthful joy was lived or spent,
You know that I wished to give you all,
What differed I could not prevent.
For me you’ve taken so many stands,
You knew I was always your own,
You’ve been displaced to faraway lands
And I, your brother, left alone.
Resist here this force and injustice,
Which treat you so ominously,
And stay healthy, safe in this abyss,
Stay strong with all the scorn you see.
And if the war is finally canned,
I will begin my search right then,
In spirit I’ll wish to hold your hand,
And mouth: until we meet again.
I would only love to speak with you,
My thoughts of you are shining through,
And if it may seem my heart will break,
It’s sadness pure that makes me ache.
Literary translation: Samuel Haecker