To Pavel Haas
Your longing for a lost home,
Your tormented heart’s lament
Now drifts into distance.
The searing flame of your songs
Which once burned in Terezin,
The torch you held out for comrades
Dies silently down.
Today I lay on your gravestone
A little stone of remembrance
So sharp it will cut deep
And lodge in the memory of those
That lived on when you had gone,
Now remembering none but themselves;
Rightly they inhabit the earth
But you, forever – the Heavens
Lubomir Peduzzi
Translated : Blanca Bartosova Kamp
Viktor Ullmann Foundation 