Translation:Agape

Today no one has come to question; nor to ask of me this late afternoon.

I haven’t even seen a cemetery flower in such a joyful procession of lights. Forgive me, Lord: how little I have died!

On this late afternoon, they all, they all pass by without questioning me or asking anything of me. I don’t know what is forgotten and remains uneasily in my hands, like some alien thing.

I have gone up to the door, and I have the urge to shout to all of them: If you’re missing something, it remains right here!

Because in all the late afternoons of this life, I don’t know with what doors they close in one’s face, and my soul is upset over something alien.

Today no one has come; and today I have died so little this late afternoon.