The Burial

You have blossomed again,

You – a forgotten lump of earth,

I travel from afar to witness your rebirth,

I come on a pilgrimage – my incense burning strong.

Your ruby-colored velvet was once all around me,

Here, when we were together – side by side,

I was happy – and you, a rose,

A wild rose, a work of art – sacred, pure.

But now, the bird plummets in a frenzied rush,

And I have come to die.

Here, laying alongside the swallow’s mangled corpse,

I place my aged heart.

Speechless as I lay still amongst the crickets’ lullaby,

The meadow lit up by thousands of tiny candles – the gifts of the glowworm,

I have decided,

Yes – here is where I wish to lay my wild heart to rest.

Roupen Sevag – undated

Here is the original Armenian version.