Wake as you will, but wake in me,
in the cold, to the voiceless depths of me.

I will not beg for words, but give
me a sign that you are still alive.

Not for long—just a moment of your time.
If not a verse, just a sigh, just a cry.

Just a whisper or just a moan.
Just the muffled clink of your chains.

translated by Daniel Weissbort