We always beg from life greedily more years,
We rebelling, we wail our evanescence,
Yet we don’t understand that without love, inside us
Time withers like a flower in an empty glass;
Taken from eternity, He wants a land alike
From which the frail graft to imbibe new pith;
We frozenly receive It and sow It in the flint
While the Love gave to us is the eternity unique.
So, in vain you get angry throwing me out,
The love’s marvels have no weirs on earth;
Like Lazar the loving orders when heard,
Whenever and wherever you will call my name,

Even if I should lay under a tombstone in a grave,
I should wake up from death and run to you.

Monday, 2 May 1955