If I could be born again
and I could choose, I would not choose
this language, or this vocaton
Or this sign of faith, or this faith
with no hope. I would not accept
murderers teaching me justice.
I would not choose this time
or this country with its want of consolation.
Or these brothers who
sold me out. Or this people that
yields its sons to the calf of gold. I would cast off
my own name. Another time I’d choose
only you, whom every single
day a thousand times I touch with
glance of glory and devotion.
Translated by Graham McMaster
EN 
MK