The frenzied Masses Part 2

He who had come from distant villages

Left the damp earth which had become disobedient

And did not sprout life, but refused even a single yellow splinter.

He who came from the steppes left the stretch

Of limitless horizons which had shrunk

suddenly into prison walls.

And he who was from the city brought

His tubercular heart, like a red flag.

He who had come from the deep darkness of the village

Brought his muscles, supple and workable as his lands.

He who had come from the steppes, where he lived

like a slave, brought the vistas of the steppes

in his turquoise eyes.

Restless, restive, boiling, they advanced to the fight.

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The frenzied Masses Part 1

To you, comrades near and far, to you, other suns. In other worlds, to all your souls on fire, To all you burning fires, To you burnished spirits Who light this untamed darkness called life, and death, To you all who are sacrificed for the sake of light, Greetings. With the evening sun burning the field away, In that old field the frenzied masses fought, They had come from cities, villages, steppes. They had come glowing from their own fires. He who had left the city, left its old mists, Hazes that became dark smoke and stained his past. To be continued․․․

I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words… Part 2

Wherever I go, I take our mournful music, Our steel forget letters turned to prayers. However sharp my wounds or drained of blood, Or orphaned- my yearning heart turns there with love. There is no brow, no mind, like Narek’s Koutch. No mountain peak like Ararat’s, Search the world, there is no crest as white, so holy. So like an unreached road to gory, – Massis mountain that I love.

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