No Can Clean Sorrow Of War

All we see is the war between two countries,

Women and children suffered so many miseries.

They ask the Heaven in the high blue sky,

Who has created the war and reason why?

That thought and cry is to shake the moon

In the world, war should end soon.

The reason is soldiers remain ready for an order, 

At midnight announcing the order for departure.

In a peaceful land having no war in days former,

Husbands in midnight must become the warriors. 

The State's order urges the soldiers to depart,

National feelings are heavier than his own heart.

With their swords on their backs, they depart

As their wives and children occupied their hearts.

Flags and drum sounds in the war at a distance,

Grief at borders and sorrow at home remain constant.

A young man belonged to a line of literary heroes,

Putting aside his brush and ink, uses the swords. 

A soldier loses his own peace feeling and will,

Wants to offer the state by all his great will.

Killing enemies as his sword is ready to deal,

His proud mind is buried in a humanitarian feel.

The family members' hearts are full of sorrow, 

They say transparent purity can’t clean sorrow.