The Art of Marxism: poetry
Farewell
dear friends,
farewell!
I bear you in my heart -
in the heart of my heart,
My revolt within my head.
Farewell
dear friends,
farewell!
Do not line the quay
waving handkerchiefs.
That is quite unnecessary.
To see myself reflected
in your eyes
is enough.
O friends,
fellow-workers,
comrades-in-arms!
Here is my farewell
without a single word.
Night will not bolt the door behind me,
the years will embroider cob-webs
over the windows
of my house,
while I yell
the Prison Song
like a cry of war.
We'll meet again
dear friends,
we'll meet again.
We shall smile again under the sun,
fight once more together,
O friends,
fellow-workers,
comrades-in-arms,
Farewell!