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Canto ii

 

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Canto ii

 

PEAL of SANCTITY

 

Like his people he too poor orphan

He was not even barely of one year,

When... his mother died;

 

Ah! If she departed

May her bright spirit rise,

And become worthy of

That heavenly throne she so believed.

 

Only if she stayed

And nurse of her breast

Her Soghomon- our Komitas;

 

Only if she stayed

To take care of him

Thsat her son, our only born.

 

She could stay and be a mother,

In times hopeless and in times so sad

Wipe away the tears off his tiny brow,

First of his feet

And then of his heart

Remove those sharp thorns.

Stay.. she so after all

Very soon after...

When her son walked in those dark paths,

Which turned to no return and no end,

Perhaps she, with a mother's heart

Of her only born and our genius, could

Take the pain away...

 

If only she stayed,

An entire nation could

Call her a "Grand Mom",

Call her "Grand Matron",

An entire nation, her holy hands

To its lips place

And kiss her long skirts...

 

If only she stayed... She did not!

 

Only if his father stayed...

But he also went,

When his son barely ten.

Of his people, a son genuine

Like his people he too, poor orphan.

He remained homelsss, with nary a nest.

Hey lad of ruins...!

He became restless, with his nest ruined.

Hey lad of ruins...!

 

Barely as high as one's lap, with a wounded heart,

With tears in his heart, and sweat on his lids,

In fall's frigid wind and frost of winter

Where would that orphan stay, where go he could?

Where could he find warmth, on whose tonir's edge.

Hey lad of ruins...!

 

His orphaned heart just like shattered glass,

Ah!, Red in the out, but sharp thorn inside,

This orphan lamb lost, the world as his crib

Who will look on him, or who will give

A piece of a smile, a crumb of caress.

Hey lad of ruins...!

 

He sang door to door, his voice quivered

With his mouth he sang and with weeping eyes,

>From his wee chin rose a patch of hot breath,

Little heart afire, little heart in black,

His aches were as wind, his soul an oven...

Hey lad of ruins...!

 

Two tense years thus he would

Wander on singing and looking around

In hopes of some bread or even an egg,

His mind in thousand places, and eyes at one point...

You began wounded, who knows what the end?

Hey lad of ruins...!