The broken leaf … God knows where
The wind will wrench.
Just as the orphan
For a foreign land departs -
Cast off, unquenched.
The broken leaf … finds solace somewhere
in the vail.
For him none waits,
So why the little orphan
For the motherland should wail?
Translated by Izidora Angel
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