Let the Hour Come Soon
By BELA MONDO
Translated from the Rumanian
by Lasha Darkmoon
Impossible Stranger, where, tell me where
are you? Tell me, Stranger, where are you hiding?
You are everywhere and you are nowhere.
The faithful guide is gone. No one is guiding
us now, lost in the maze. Sorrow consumes
me, devours me, dissolves me in tears.
I tear my hair out in solitary rooms.
I look in the mirror and see—years, years
wasted. Time, like an express train, has run
over me, ground my bones fine, and left me
mangled. Is this your doing? I am done
whimpering, marinated in misery.
Ah, dangerous Stranger, terrifying friend!—
let the hour come soon, let this sick joke end!