We've no eyes, ears only
At the last watch of nights,
Frequently hearing strange outcry,
Groaning, moaning__
And come to know at morn:
Somebody, somebody and somebody
Are dead!
WOW! It's the miracle, the crossfire;
Bravo, long live the queen!
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I would like to translate this poem
Indeed a crossfire...........10
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