Aria
Because they spoke to me
the dying roses – The horror,
as they wept away their gorgeous yellow
tears, now drifting away in the wind….
And from the mountains,
the winds come panting down from untold heights,
They tell tales of the mute vibrations
of life’s final moments.
Yes, I have watched the arcing of the skies
and her untold emptiness,
The comets fly past as if
the Great Mother is shedding a tear.
And now, my friends, the countless dead
who have walked before me,
They dance upon my soul and sing…
“Die you fool, ” they say.
Roupen Sevag
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The original Armenian version of the poem can be found here [.pdf format]
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