Et ne te retourne pas
You’ve chosen the path for the land of night.
The desert there is made of ice there
And the stars die of boredom.
Stretch out your arms and dig,
Dust will be your bread,
You’ll swallow our tears.
Go now, go, and don’t turn back.
If you hear the stones wailing,
The letters of your name are being engraved.
Translated by James Thomas