How do you look, my village
in the wintery mountain valley?
Is the old house still standing?
Are your young boys now dying?
Do you hear the gunfire, in Bihach
or, by now, is it subsiding...
While the late hours are striking
your scenery is not vivid
but in my heart, you are carried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem