This poem was written by Dorette De Lobisch, nee Reissner, mother of Gabriel Taube.
Google translation to English:
Little song to Guben, the
three-part city
Just like once I see you in front of
me, completely undamaged!
And just like then, I feel
the air that bewitches us.
I know there is no way back
from today to yesterday...
You are the three-part
city - what's the point?
Some have to be Polish, others
Russian-German, the
third part lives elsewhere, in
you - only live my heart!
But the Neisse still flows through
you, you green valley,
and the nightingale sings her
song with a sweet sound.
And everything is strange to me
here, country, people, language,
time, and seas separate you and
me and your picture is also far
away: I see my Guben in every
blossoming tree, you only you!
Dorette De Lobisch, née Reissner