We thought: we're poor, we have nothing,
but when we started losing one after the other
so each day became
remembrance day,
we started composing poems
about God's great generosity
and — our former riches.

We thought we were beggars, we thought we had nothing at all But then when we started to lose one thing after another, Each day became A memorial day - And then we made songs Of great divine generosity And of our former riches. | Translated by Ilya Shambat (2001)