Poems of Yeghishe Charent. Charents Yeghishe

like to wander and forever dream.

      Our eyes have held the magic sight

      Of distant and heavenly paths,

      As we tread these earthly roads

      Where countless souls once dreamt and now are gone.

      Our childhood vanished like a haze,

      Sunless, disconsolate and gray-

      Our childhood vanished in delirium,

      And we went away. We can never return.

      We left in silence and tirelessly walked,

      Envisioning eternal distance.

      Our life became an everlasting quest -

      Absurd, unusual and dark.

      And in these piebald, varied days

      Our hearts burned with life so many times,

      But our eyes saw no sun

      And our hearts, no distant lights.

      Our misty eyes forever searched

      The gilded paths of the Milky Way,

      And its boundless, infinite span

      In the eyes of every passerby.

      But in those eyes we never glimpsed heaven,

      Nor in their hearts a golden sun.

      And our orphaned, agonizing hearts

      Broke into pieces from their lifeless gaze.

      I wanted to sing praises to God

      And the glory of luminous love and bread -

      My heart swelled… But instead

      I sang the anguish of these gloomy days…

      And the legend of an infinite blue-eyed happiness -

      The story of a heavenly connection, -

      Remained forever buried in my eyes-

      My heart hardened, turned barren and dark.

      No one understood us in this life-

      They laughed at our shining eyes,

      They jeered at our burning longings

      And retreated. Not one brought us a sliver of light.

      The sister laughed, the friend mocked,

      The stranger cursed and hurried past.

      Only the whore granted us a kiss,

      And the madman murmured a greeting in the mist.

      But never mind that our days passed like a fever,

      And our life became an inconsolable delirium-

      We shall smile, happily smile as we die

      For we dreamed in our dreams and went away.

      BUFFOON

      "And your soul like wine

      Will inundate their black

      And morbid floor."

      The Feast, Ballad I

      Would you like me to sing

      For you

      – Now?

      I sing so that you feel

      Whatever you want -

      Be it love or death.

      I sing to move your hearts.

      I give my song of light

      To you all,

      Even to the last whore.

      Do you like at all

      This bearish tenderness

      Of mine?

      I sing despite myself.

      Whatever I sing – whether about love,

      Or death,

      It is never fake.

      Listen to my songs,

      Here they are: