THE RETURN OF NIBURU
August. The sky smells sweetly with stars:
My family tree has reached the sky,
And from the thorny shrubs of star-spikes
Is rising again the Niburu – hope of mine.
Cherishing Niburu returns to see
How has grown my family tree
Which’s been grafted upon the last kiss
Bidding farewell with the sun at parting.
And in my paternal star-dusts
I understand where I’m from, recently,
I’m getting luminous until it comes
To send you again its hearty greeting.
The mythological boat-planet
Is dearing up in the firmament,
And the life which takes us to death
Isn’t obstinate no more in my blood.
A STAR-MAP
The word separates me from this world,
But I come to world always on its road,
It is the only support of mine
As the peace-maker of matter and name.
I’m invited by the proper and common
Name of this word show,
But the word hasn’t given me dwelling,
And I’m afraid it’ll overlook me again.
I’ll become literate one day
Looking at the star-map of sky,
And bearing all the Names in mind
I shall knock The God’s gardens door.
ON THE STAR – WAYS
I’m in the center of weightlessness and gravity
Where I’m held by the starry wind of the galaxy,
It will force my soul to leave my body –
Then there will be nothing which is home for me.
And so homeless I’ll look at the far pulsar last time
Which I’ve been mentally joined in my whole life
And standing lost on the star – ways I shall pray
For man, his soul, his heir and tale.
ADDRESS
We left the earth, the sky abandoned us too.
How could we dream having no home?
The Lord didn’t want us to meet too,
Though we’ve been his people for a long time.
Though we’ve been his people for a long time
We have a lot of occasion for death.
… But if we can achieve the sky
We shall have home hence the address.
CALLING LAMBS
They mention us tribe by tribe, branch by branch,
And like a tree we stretch to sky, we stretch to earth
To send kind regards from eternity
To our Father’s recalcitrant and meek lambs.
When weights lie heavy
On our noble hearts
They born and die undoubtly
In order to leave good name.
SOMEONE OUGHT TO BE BY YOU
You were born but… you couldn’t step yet, you couldn’t speak,
Someone ought to be by you.
You were young, you didn’t know what’s right to do,
Someone ought to be by you.
You grew up, you were sulky, you wanted nothing,
Someone ought to be by you.
You lay in your shroud and spoke nothing,
Someone ought to be by you.
You were in Hades or in Elysium, it didn’t matter,
Someone ought to be by you.
Translated by` Christina Kocharian
