The day - the livelong day I am with you, behind you - As if I had only one sorrow. As if I had traced something essential - So that the longing is kind of wiped off. Thatís silly - Iím however such a one?! To wait for me - has no sense at all. You need the other one and - repose, But with me it is unquiet, sleepless. How many years nothing happens - thatís a secret?! Maybe I am unlucky - I donít know! I walk in May like a vagabond, And indications donít allow me the passage. Maybe there is a prohibition imposed? With every step I stumble: Obviously how many steps - so much mishap, - When I know whatís the matter - I shall repent.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018