O with these thoughts, you query,
And you say,
Why do you dwell, why?
The spell of martyrdom is on you.
That you can view
By looking in the mirror of last year.
There
You will see reflected the New Year.
Enemies – excuse me for the word to-day –
The same as the last Year will bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem