Aliens cloaked in tyranny,
Chasing the natives...
...who dare to challenge them,
The angel of death's wing's overhead,
Everyone eaten by oppression, terror and torture!
Still a light of hope shining in heart!
By day, a terror smoke...
...in towns and villages...
...that suffocates, and snatches away all hopes...
...of living peacefully and honourably;
By night, under the veil of darkness...
...deep, and opaque!
New constellations I see...
...appearing in the sky above;
Something supernatural is going to happen...
...close to the ruin and devastation,
Something no-one, no-one...
...expects to happen!
Though they have longed for it..
...since they were born,
The starlit night with a moony smile!
The bright sunny day with a mystic ecstasy!
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem