[When one of us goes]

When one of us goes to the other world, we gather and weep so that the ocean of our tears may take the deceased to their final resting place.

[The path of life]

The path of life: a long river that flows, indifferent to our time, our wristwatches, our glances. We are only minuscule reflections of this long river.

[We watch the coffin disappear]

We watch the coffin disappear, our shadows are reflected on the bier—but are these our shadows or the spirits which already are waiting for dusk in order to haunt us?

(Translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson)