Throw your blues as a cantaloupe rind! There were then a clear sky and real dreams... Letís remember the heartening time, Which was there in the last pre-war spring. There a lad was, who loved his young wife, Whom he met and got married that spring. Itís so, in war is as in war, From days of yore the wide world over. And, too, or war is as or war, From days of yore the wide world over. With black clouds, was besmeared the clear sky, And a hail broke the harvest and dreams. So the lad had to leave his young wife, For to go to the battle for peace. So the lad had to leave his young wife, For to find out the value of peace. Itís so, in war is as in war, From days of yore the wide world over. And, too, or war is as or war, From days of yore the wide world over.                    
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2005
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)