Guerrilla  

              By Arif Ay

                          to the oppressed and to those who

                                  suffer with them and fight at their side 

the stars are fading away

how deep is your countenance

our heart is a wasteland

the walls of the world are collapsing

here the sun is so fresh today

the roads flanked by cypresses

the guerrilla is out there

thousands of suns in his eyes

come, move on

remember stars fade and shine

we march with the Book in our hands

when the trees cover

the face of the guerrilla 

like a night bird

before the pitiless gun

he turns, and turns

and falls in spirals

once more

the honour of the earth is shattered 

Source: Flowering Sky By Arif Ay    Translated by Mevlut Ceylan