Varouzhnakis Translated

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Varouznakis

 

As we previously saw, even though "varouzhnak" may literally mean "young male brd" Daniel may

have used it to simply mean "young bird". Therefor I will use as the title;

 

(by the rooster)

 

TO MY LOVELY CHICK

 

lovely, lovely nice bloom of my Spring,

You that blossomed into my heart,

And opened my soul flooded with grief

Into a new sunny bright dream.

 

That old cradle, as abandoned planter

Turned into a spiders' bed

Took a new life as if a nest full of bird talk

Was adorned once again anew.

 

A new sun, that gleam of your eyes,

Dawned at my doorstep,

And in that cage my wounded partridge

Babbled a new song with ardent.

 

From room to room you flew so lightly

As the chick fallen off its nest

Enchanted with your sound came in my chamber

Seraphs with hair of luminous light.

 

Lovely, lovely, nice bloom of my Spring,

Come sit on my knees,

Let that brightness my dark bosom flood

Your sunny golden locks.

 

Encircle my neck with those arms tender

As if a string of flowers

Smile to me, this cold hole of my heart

Be fired up with the dawn.

 

Speak to me with those alien words which

You brought down from the heavens

Like the dew opening a flower, the lip of a child

Opened by the red finger of God.

 

Look at me, as the moon looks down

Over the tomb dark and somber,

My dead love will rise again

And live for you forever.

 

For you whose flesh is made

Of the petals of lily,

With sweet smelling shirt woven

Of butterfly pictures.

 

You, oh my poetry immortal

That I bore of my blood

Touching the chords of my heart,

Those chords, sensitive of all.

 

Only your hands still hold me up

On these ashes of my glory

One strand of your hair is all one needs

To tie my soul to the universe.

 

My lovely young bird, my sweet goddess

Oh, the lyre of my soul,

Let my tears wetting your cheeks

A smile and laughter be.

 

Let your iris pour the stars in heaven

On my shriveled face

So like a crown hold high

Those deep scars of my heart.

 

For I am that abyss bdcome happy

With the mere glimmer of a firefly,

I am that arid land that smiles to heaven

By even one flowering plant.