Rebekka

Another translation of this poem was made by Radagast. It's very beautiful, and with his permission I post it here:

Give God my greeting, when you've returned to Him
Who coloured blue the heavens, and bright eyes.
I would be desolate, did I not know that all they stole from you
All that you had -- your fleeting lives -- came forth from Him
And goes to be with Him: better, sweeter, more beautiful
Than in this land of loss and death,
Where loss is...

Rebekka

My kitty Okki died very suddenly on April 30, 2008, only 5 years old. The poem in my signature helps me cope with that. Here's a translation:

"Elegy on the loss of two murdered kittens"

Greet God from me when you've returned to Him
who owns the blue of heaven and the blue of eyes.
I could not find comfort if I didn't know that all that is taken from you,
the only thing you had, your little lives, had come from Him
and will sink down in...

Rebekka