If I were to be born again
and could choose, I would choose neither
this language, nor this vocation.
Neither this sign of faith, nor this faith
without hope. I would not accept
murderers teaching me justice.
I would not pick this time,
nor this country where there is no
solace. Nor these brothers who have
sold me. Nor this nation which
sacrifices her sons to the golden
calf. I would throw away my
name. Only would I choose
You again, whom I touch
a thousand times every day
with a look of devotion and bliss.