Alas! Gentle beauty of time that goes by,
strange paten that sifts the soul,
light that dims the silky glitter of some glances,
mirror full of prints.
Alas! Gentle sadness,
a clock that...
That tree
rose upward in a simple way
towards the cloudless sky,
and everything around it
seemed to be listening
the gentle rustling of the air
that swayed its thick leaves
of different greens.
...
The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to,
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.
She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool....
The teardrop,trembling irresolutely,
finally fell,
furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it
the many others
that were waiting,
heaped together and confused,
and the weeping turned into a sea,
sea...
I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
When I speak about the sea
I feel me blue
and I soothe the anger
that my soul feels
upon seeing the pain that surrounds me.
Children who have lost their mother
in a stupid war
that money contends,...
Friend,
I who dreamt about you,
you who dreamt about me,
I was barefoot
you were nude,
both of us with children´s games.
Friend,
where are those paths
that we travelled together?
Where is that...
Behind the windows
the trees sway calmly,
like seaweeds
under a sleeping sea,
and the greenness
there of going to and fro
calms me down
and gives me hope.
Their large leaves
fan the air
and their...
This is an audio version of an Armenian great poem written by Paruyr Sevak.
Armenian title: Anlreli Zangakatun
English translated name of title: Never-Abating Belfry
