The sun between the thick black flare ascends 
like a child's eye covered with blood, dust and fear.
The ceaseless shelling, raids and his tears 
Pour poison into his blasted ears. 
The moon, like a ghost, its deadly light sends
Over his white lips to mock his breath
Which Dissolves in the darkness of death.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    