“I am not sure of justice.
What they have established ever since my ordeal began
is the correct pronunciation of my ancient name.
I have come to speak
to make myself a bridge
over the chasm between nations.
Unmoved by me, the law takes its measure
looking at another direction, saying nothing,
like cliffs against which
one can hurl his soundest voice — and
never hear the fragment of an echo;
it is home to my exile.
At least I can forget
the self-undermining system and work
to turn the opala* and all
that matters of my name
into it.
*imperial disfavor”