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Razmik Davoyan, from Whispers and Breath of the Meadows

The willows are oozing warm sorrow...

1.

The willows are oozing warm sorrow
Over the waters.

To reach those willows
And waters
I need no conquests.

But sorrow has grown in me
For years,
The pure sorrow
Of the willows
And the waters
Washing the dirt
Of this earthly life
Off the ages.
They wash it off
Whatever the weather
Our destiny
Or our future.

Like an electric charge which stretches along
Through the wires
And flourishes suddenly
Somewhere at the other end,
The sorrow of the waters
And the willows comes,
Moving through
Invisible, penetrating wires
And in my heart,
In the depths of my soul
Opens a large
Flower of sorrow,
It scatters roses of sorrow
In me
And I rush no more
Towards anything
Or anywhere.

2.

The willows are oozing warm sorrow
Over the waters.

If I wake up from this dream
Make me clothes from the clouds,
I shall ascend to the unknown
Since this story has no beginning
Nor an end.

The willows are oozing warm sorrow
Over the waters.