The Dead (The Brothered Dead Lain Cheek to Cheek)
In the wind that blows
The veils of widows
All float on one side
And the mingeld tears
Of a thousand sorrows
In one stream glide.
In the one clay where endlessly
Beginnings blend with the world that dies
The brothered dead lain cheek to cheek
Today atone for the same defeat.
Under the earth no more than one,
One field, one single hope, abide,
As for the universe can only be
One combat and one victory.
(translated from the French by Christopher Middleton)