Where did I learn such quiet, after the Punic wars
and the killing of those who surrendered,
where did I learn it?
Even Europe has come and gone and the star patterns
altered, Hannibal would no longer know
the way through the mountains. From where
did the silence come over the Polish Corridor
and the sleeping Xanthoi sentries?
Brothers the field longs again for its grass,
the wind travels the old passes, the snow begins.