Mary Magdalene beat her breasts and sobbed,
His dear disciple, stone-faced, stared.
His mother stood apart. No other looked
into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.
— 1940-1943

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned. Piter sank into the stone trance... Only there, where Mother stood alone, None has dared cast a single glance. Translated by Tanya Karshtedt (1996) - Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987)