Let the memory take you away to roads Leading to all the places you were long ago, To all the people in whom you left a part Of your anxious soul and your restless heart. All of them saw you hurry along, Carrying your sword - always alone. You have never known what fear is, And you used to talk both to a bird and a beast. But in your life there was none who left a part Of his needing soul in your restless heart. So many roads you walked along Carrying your sword - always alone.