Daniel
I sat on the windowsill, with my legs dangling
He then asked me quietly: Who’s there?
- It is I that came – And why? – I do not know.
- My child, it’s rather late and you’re not sleeping.
- I saw the moon up in the sky,
I saw the moon, I saw its beam.
It pushed against your window, -
And perhaps, that’s why I’m here…
O, tell me why they named you Daniel?
I keep on dreaming of you mangled by the lions!
Translated by Andrey Kneller
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