TRANSLATIONS FROM A FORGOTTEN TONGUE

What shall I do with myself?

I’m gone, or I am going,

                                          let everyone forgive me.

I tried to make a small hole in my life, something to slip through

To the other side.

                   If I get there, don’t bother me with your comparisons.

Nobody knew I was going,

                                               nobody knew I was coming back.

Under the push of our footprints,

                                                           the earth is ready for us.

Who knows how long this will go on?

Stand still, young soldier boy,

                                                don’t move, don’t move, young sailor.

Whose night sky is this

With no one under it?

                                       Whose darkness has closed our eyes?