The father and mother sat, and the sister beside her.
I faced the two women across the table’s width,
speaking, and all the time he looked at me,
sorrowing, saying nothing, with his hard tired breath.

Their faces said     :     This is your home; and I
never come home, I never go away.
And they all answered    :     Stay.

All day the city turned about the room,
and silence had remained between our faces,
divisions outside to concentrate a world 
tally here only to dead profits and losses.
We follow barrier voices, and we go fast,
unknown to each other, they race, I turn away.
No voice is strong enough to cry me Stay.

        My sister, I wished upon you those delights
        time never buries,
        more precious than heroes.

        Strange father, strange mother, who are you, who are you?
        Where have I come,
        how shall I prosper home?