Trouble flew over the roof,
But the neighbor was unlucky — It damaged his home.
Maybe to someone it seems strange —
We suffered together,
Not only he.

His grief — is hardship for me too,
Does heaven not watch over humaneness?
Might it not overturn mine as well,
Enraged by my indifference.

To gloat in another’s suffering—
Is to open the gates to one’s own,
In mutual aid, in offering a shoulder —
Our common work.