TO AN UNKNOWN DESCENDANT

I broke my bread which others' hands had to bake,
and drank my wine, which I did not prepare.
Those who had the toil never got to taste
its fruit, before they trod on dark roads there.

What I have sown, tomorrow you will harvest.
Oh may my seed an hundredfold bear deep!
They bear delight, who bear others' burdens.
they harvest life, who others' harvests reap.

For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.