Works

If they bring news to you about me,
If they say: «He is tired, he is lagging behind, he fell down»,
Do not believe, my dearly loved! This word
My friends will never utter, if they believe in me!...

We have no wine here to regale us
So let our tears serve as wine!
Let’s pour. This drink we have in surplus,
Our hearts it’ll burn right through with brine.
Perhaps its bitterness will succour...