The Dead
The dead cry out from their cemeteries
Travelers! Sit here on our stones.
It is we who tipped them to the ground
We it was who thusly cast them down
Beware, don't ever jump off gravestones
The dead cry out from their cemeteries
Travelers, lay you down long upon the ground
Against our stones just rest your heads
Our stones are soft as feather pillows
Let our heads join for an instant there
in us the answer to your groundless dread
Travelers, lay you down long upon the ground
One day I too will cry out like that
Travelers, sit here upon my stone
Travelers will whisper together before me
Travelers will surmount insurmountable trails
Upon the ground I will lay down my stone
One day I too will cry out like that
Üstadın "Ölüler" adlı şiirinin İngilizce çevirisi.
Çevirini Walter G. Andrews tarafından yapılmış.