You, who you are a poet…
That you who are a poet,
may be alone, alone in your wanting,
that may be your pride! That you are missing
the friend, the woman, who are faithful to you,
accept it! I know that the word is
an empty comfort when tears are rolling,
accept it, accept it!
He who walked through big and small pain –
like pearls beaded on a string, with
thousand of hearts hanging on it –
with power and courage,
he who suffered pain,
and put it in a song and melody,
will not despair in pain!
Yes, free yourself in a song, free yourself!
Your words of poetry will express
the beauty and value of this world.
-Dr. Josef Mengele-
