Seven swords pierced Mary’s heart
As she grieved about her Son.
Seven swords pierced through her heart,
Mine was pierced – seven times seven.
I don’t know if he’s dead or alive,
He, who’s dearer to me than the heart,
He, who’s dearer to me than the Son…
With this song – I console myself.
If you meet him – tell me.
May 25, 1918