At The Bottom Of Things

I read in the paper that someone had died.
  someone whom I knew by name.
She lived, as I, wrote books, as I,  became old,
  and now she is dead.

Think to be dead now and to have left
   everything behind oneself,
anguish, horror and loneliness, and the
  unforgiving guilt.

But a great justice lies hidden at the bottom of
  things.
We all have mercy to await - a gift that no one
  shall rob.

Translated into English by Jenny Nunn in "To a friend".

Swedish original

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