Hush! Be silent!
No noise! No crying!
Can't you see them patrolling outside?
Just beyond that graveyard,
Many souls silenced they!
Old souls! Young souls! New souls!
Hush! Be still!
Fathers! Mother's! Brothers!
Sisters!
All pushed to the other world!
Hush! They are waiting there!
We are here made to dance...
...at the Fire sounds,
As of old, the firing is going on,
Fire is blazing!
They are waiting outside in ambush,
Sleep now, Dream now!
But they will fire even in dreams!
Now dance about the fire,
Dance with the spirits of martyrs,
Dance!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem