
I often sense that our fallen soldiers,
who left on battlefields their bloody stains,
did not lay down in their graves for solace –
but have been transformed into white-winged cranes.
And we have seen since many years ago:
they soar above and send their mournful cry.
We are transfixed with our deepest sorrow
becoming speechless as the cranes soar by.
R.Gamzatov