I am, this day, an exhausted well,
A well turned arid with emptiness;
The rains of the springtime passed us by
Leaving my eyes untouched and dry.
I am, this day, like the garden fig,
The garden fig, the Christ-cursed tree;
It is said, in the burning heat of noon
All cities and kingdoms will be consumed.
In my homeland, God, what a rain that was!
All day I stood wet beneath the tree;
Now, in this dryness, I turn to see
Not one green leaf that shelters me.
(Leonardas Andriekus)
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