The girl

It is me who is knocking at your doors

The doors one by one

I can’t be seen by you

Since dead are unseen

 

It has been nearly ten years

Since I died in Hiroshima

I am a seven-year-old girl,

Dead children do not grow up

 

My hair caught fire first ;

My eyesight got dim,

I became a handful of ash,

My ashes were thrown into the air.

 

I ask for nothing for

myself (From you)

Can not even eat candy.

The child who is burnt like paper

 

I knock at your door

Aunt, uncle give me a sign

Let the children not be killed

And could eat candies, too.

 

Nazım Hikmet Ran ( 1902 - 1963 )

Done