I grew up on a piece of land
Which, now, is very far from my sight.
About it,
I’d like to talk with you, my dear friends,
But I can’t find out any words to write.
From this side of the Pacific Ocean,
Incessantly I have been thinking
Of my beloved natal country;
Like a battleship on the vast sea,
It had been, with sorrow, gradually sinking.
My Fatherland had been devastated by terrible wars
That also destroyed all my childhood’s memories:
Valleys, villages. fields and cities,
But the greatest is surely My Mother,
The image of an oriental woman
Immolating her whole life for husband and children.
I’ve lost the most valuable part of my life,
Since the highest sweltering period of wars,
But she never disappears from my sight.
It made me cry at this moment: Oh, Mother!
