All across the twilight haze
A million stars twinkle and brightly blaze.
As the traveller on his moonlit quest
makes his way along the mountain crest.
It's been sixteen months yet feels like years.
A time of insurrection and of tears,
of bombs and bullets and countless fears.
Of counting the cost as the battle mist clears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem