What shall I tell them now?
They want to know this and that
and I, Friend, am embarrassed
- for you gave me life
but not the memory.
You may well bustle, my sisters,
talking loudly, preparing the banquet,
but unanswered questions
cannot be silenced.
I’m suffocating:
what shall I tell them now,
if it was so meaningless
to go in and to come out?
After all, I don’t even know
if it was all for the best.
What shall I tell them now?