I dreamed about my mother once again today –
That tender, longing gaze I know so well…
I see her image by the birch tree, straight,
And from my eyes the teardrops fall like hail…
Are you there, perhaps, in that land of thought?
In white attire of the clouds above?
No greed for those who live there have you brought,
And you live on there free from sins, my love.
Mom, I would ask you many things this day,
But you're the fruit of desperate grief instead…
I miss our talks, Mom, more than I can say—
Do you see brother there? Oh, tell me, shed?
Without you both, I'm lonely here, so lone,
I bite my lips until they bleed with pain…
Twenty years without you—how they've grown—
I send my love's long call across the plain!
But do not fear for me, for I am strong,
Though in my eyes no fire can ignite.
I'll rest within the woods, where friend of long,
Will stir my heart and warm me like a light.
The oak will rustle leaves above my head,
I hear your voice from childhood, faint and true!
All here breathes you, as if you've never fled,
And waves of passion rush me through and through!
