‘Bolt quick' - sweet soul whose life they would suppress:
You who knew no peace and very little love
Must take this chance for freedom's slight caress -
Must run … and run … and call to God above!
What men or ghouls are these? What deadening fright?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What hue and cry? What wild and desperate flight?
And you must run … and run … for freedom's sake.
Such truth is more than beauty needs to know
And in your death the flow of time runs slow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem