Wait for me and I'll return
But wait well.
Wait for me even in gloom
From the clouding of the heart.
Wait for me in the time of frost,
Wait for me in heat,
Wait for me while others
Are forgotten altogether.
Wait for me, wait, and though
No letter comes.
Wait even if they weary
Those who wait in vain.
Wait for me and I'll return,
And be damned he who says
With perfect assurance:
"He is dead... and Forgotten..."
Mother and father will believe
That I am not alive,
All my mates, my brothers
Will tire of waiting in vain.
And they will drink a glass of bitter wine,
In memory of my soul...
You, wait for me and from that rash glass
Please don't, don't drink!
Wait for me and I'll return,
Alive I'll return, alive!
They will be astounded, saying:
"It is a miracle, for certain."
They did not know/wait, and how
Might their soul fathom
That you alone in waiting
Saved me there.
How I was saved--this we will know
Only I and you
For more than any other
You knew to wait.
