Translation:The Miserable Dinner

For how long will we wait for that which isn’t owed us... And in what bend will we extend our poor knee forever! For how long will the supportive cross hold back its arms.

For how long will Doubt dedicate heraldry to us for having endured!... We’ve now sat often at the table, with the bitterness of a child who at midnight, cries with hunger, wide awake...

And when we’ll find ourselves with the others, at the edge of an eternal morning, breaking our fast together! For how long this valley of tears, where I never asked to be brought. On my elbows completely bathed in cries, I repeat with my head bowed and vanquished: for how long will this dinner last.

There’s someone who has drunk much and is cracking jokes, and comes and goes from us, like a blue spoonful of bitter human essence, the grave... And this dark one knows even less how long this dinner will last!