Ashot  Gabrielyan

The distance
From the Reven’s Rock[1] to my birth
Is the navel string
Connecting the half-embryo
Where the birth and death don’t meet
To make me live…

My homeland is hold within the world’s mirror
Like the hypocrite smile of the moon when she smiles at the sun;
There is a ruin beyond the cross,
And a cross-base is here
Afraid of crescent-yataghan[2] of the moon…

The civilized feet of Gjul[3]
Have put the Taleat, [4] s insides of feet
And they are going into the half-homeland…

And a people that has half decreased
Is contouring the return of the younger Meher
Through the opening of the Armenian-Turkish border
In the form of the loaded train carriages…

I have nothing to remember;
From the Raven’s Roch to my birth
There has been a genocide…

***
I didn’t forget to burn your corpse
Not to dare to lick it…
From among the incomplete verses
I take your cool eyes out and I bow with the eyes
That have become heavy of love…

My body that has burnt into ashes
Is under your feet…

 

[1] Reven’s Rock is the cliff in Historical Armenia where, according to the Armenian epos, one of its heroes, the Younger Meher, was shut until justice comes into this world.
[2] Yataghan is a crescent like saber.
[3] Gjul – the present president of Turky.
[4] Taleat Pasha was one of the ececutioners of the Armenian Genocide in 1915.

Translated by Meruzhan Harutyunyan

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