There is someone to look up to,
But in spite of everything
One must remain oneself,
Carry one’s own – not another’s.

My love for my brother-in-arms
Cheers him at all times —
As I will carry grief with him,
I will take up the heavier load each time.

Though what is another’s does not hurt like one’s own,
And another’s joy is not mine,
Let my light not go out
Till the finish, till oblivion.
All around is beautiful
In the service in which I too am.