Children cry in houses with shuttered windows,
Just as in rooms evening comes.
Then glows before my eyes,
A crumpled, tearful face.
Whenever darkness covers the earth,
Children’s great sorrow begins;
Full of fear, their eyes look around:
What if day never comes?
As sounds gradually die down,
Blindfolded in the night by a black hand,
I hear crying, sheltering inside me,
A tiny child, orphaned…
Necip Fazıl Kısakürek (1904-1983). Ağlayan Çocuklar. Translated from the Turkish.