Translation:September

That September night, you were so kind to me... to the point that it hurt me! I don’t know about the rest; and for all that, you shouldn’t have been so kind, you shouldn’t have.

That night you sobbed when you saw me withdrawn and unyielding, sick and sad. I don’t know about the rest... and for all that I don’t know why I was sad..., so sad...!

Only that sweet September night, I held in your Magdalene eyes, all the distance of God... and I was kind to you!

And also one September evening when I sowed in your embers, by decree, the puddles of this December night.