Little one, comes near to mother's knee, weeping!
Mother sings a fretful song to him to calm him
'Hush, Hush, rain of bullets and mortars is falling
And the lions in our woods a-roaring!
Hush, and listen, village is on fire! My darling!
Hush, I am not the fairy story telling;
Peace and love are lost in the devil fighting,
Hush, in just a minute, the devils might storm in
Such a storm as this, is our village witnessing
Ever since the village head lost his head, Hush! Hush! '
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem