The brother, when I defeat him,
I’ll throw him on the mat, eyes twinkling with glee,
In loving contest this may but be.
And my gaze, laughing cheerfully in triumph, reaches out to him
At the same time, my warm hand
and immediately draws him to my brotherly bosom.
Then he puts his arm around my shoulders and leads me to his home for supper,
Where, as his guest
In humility and gratitude I stay.
This is not because we are brothers
who have forgotten who once bore them.
And this is not because self-interest
compels us to humanly conceived morality.
For it is not one and one equals two for us.
In our lives, „All is equal to eternity