[And it is cold here and a bit strange]

And it is cold here and a bit strange:

And only a split fear rings in my ears.

And in the dark opuntia ovata flowers

And a moor with white teeth draws a bow

Don’t be scared, I’m here and shall set you free

And I’m not scared of the devil and the wings of silence—

But if the beautiful Helen should summon you,

Just refuse to go, so there should be no war.

Translated by Daniel Weissbort