The trains are leaving with a screech of metal.
My grief too leaves along the telegraph wires.
My thoughts are all of you, my snow-white petal,
My far-off darling whom my heart desires!
No doubt you will have heard that, high waves riding,
White ships are sailing, tossing on the main,
And on a far-off shore two palms the face are hiding
Of a mother who shall never see her son again…
The waves I’m watching of the Golden Nemunas,
Beside the Nemunas here I stand today:
I don’t recall the sins of other people –
They’re all welcome to heaven, I would say!
The trains are leaving. And they are returning.
Grief too returns. As do the telegraph wires.
But you, it’s only you are not returning,
My far-off darling whom my heart desires!
(Antanas Miskinis)
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