Many thanks to Himring for giving me the permission to translate her beautiful work.
You raised your voice—the dawn was bright—
to greet the coming of the light,
as sure this was the time to fight
as that each day must follow night.
I wish I‘d heard, had seen that sight,
been standing at your side to fight
and aid your sword arm as I might
upon the coming of the light.
Our hopes so high, our prospects bright,
for we were strong enough to fight
our foe, his malice and his might,
before the coming of the night.
You died. Now every day is night:
you were my dawn, my only light.