Poem on war

This is an excerpt of the translation of a Persian poem on war by Ali Babchohi:

Hey, look over there!
I can see him with my own blind eyes
Do you see him?
It's old Shir Mohamed from the coast at Nakhlestan
With the glint of the sun on his musket.
...I saw him with my own blind eyes.
And old Shir Mohamed said to me:
'I came to plant my rifle
Instead of wheat and barley
Across my land of dates.'