young martyr

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Towards Jerusalem

a foreign star mist

over the sky

approaches the earth –

 

let the star speak for itself –

do not steal its luster

and its preciously guarded freedom –

 

who

can tell the goal of a star –?

who

dares hinder its flight –?

and who

dares speak before the silence of victory –?

 

but you, who shall

die a glorious death –,

take the shield-mark of the star

in cleaned hands –, and

your death shall

be the night of a star –