You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say 'She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour of crimson stone, and your heart, as then, will turn to fire. | "Thunder," translated by A.S.Kline