No foreign sky protected me,
no stranger's wing shielded my face.
I stand as witness to the common lot,
survivor of that time, that place.
— 1961

No, not under a foreign heavenly-cope, and Not canopied by foreign wings I was with my people in those hours, There where, unhappily, my people were. | Translated by D. M. Thomas | No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there where my people were doomed to be. | Translator unknown.