Seven swords, they pierced the Holy
Virgin's heart then, when the Son died.
Seven swords, they pierced her heart then,
But with mine—it's seven times seven.

Whether he's alive, I know not,
He who's dearer than the heart, who's
Dearer than the Son, so help me...

With this song—I seek my solace.
Should you meet him—send me word.

12 May 1918