a foreign star mist
over the sky
approaches the earth –
let the star speak for itself –
do not steal its luster
and its preciously guarded freedom –
who
can tell the goal of a star –?
who
dares hinder its flight –?
and who
dares speak before the silence of victory –?
but you, who shall
die a glorious death –,
take the shield-mark of the star
in cleaned hands –, and
your death shall
be the night of a star –