Arpa Posted March 12, 2002 Report Share Posted March 12, 2002 Anlreli ZangakatounCanto ii ÔàÔ²Üæ êð´àôÂÚ²Ü ÆÙ ÅáÕáíñ¹Ç ½³í³ÏÝ ÇëÏ³Ï³ÝÄáÕáíñ¹Ç å»ë ÇÝùÝ ¿É áñµ ÙÝ³ó.Ü³ ÝáõÛÝÇëÏ ãÏ³ñ »õ ÙÇ ï³ñ»Ï³Ý, ºñµ... Ù³ÛñÁ ·Ý³ó£ ²¯Ë, »Ã» ·Ý³ó°Üñ³ ÉáõÛë Ñá·ÇÝ ÃáÕ áñ Ñ³Ùµ³éÝ³, ²ñÅ³ÝÇ ¹³éÝ³Æñ Ñ³í³ï³ó³Í »ñÏÝ³ÛÇÝ ·³ÑÇÝ£ ´³Ûó ÇÝãáõ± ·Ý³ó Ð³Ûáó Â³·áõÑÇÝ£ ØÝ³ñ àõ ÍÇÍ ï³ñÆñ êáÕáÙáÝÇÝ- Ù»ñ ÎáÙÇï³ëÇÝ£ ØÝ³ñ àõ Ñá·³ñØ»ñ ÙÇÝáõ×³ñÇ- Çñ áñ¹áõÝ Ù³ëÇÝ£ ØÝ³ñ áõ Ýñ³Ý Ù³ÛñáõÃÛáõÝ ³Ý»ñ.Ðáõë³Ñ³ïáõÃÛ³Ý, ïñïÙáõÃÛ³Ý å³ÑÇÝÜñ³ ×³Ï³ïÇ ³Ùå»ñÁ í³Ý»ñ, Ü³Ë° Ýñ³ áïÇ àõ Ñ»ïá° ëñïÇ öß»ñÁ Ñ³Ý»ñ£ ØÝ³ñ áñ Ñ»ïá, Þ³¯ï áõ ß³¯ï Ñ»ïá,ºñµ áñ¹ÇÝ ù³ÛÉ»ó ÙáõÃ ³ñ³Ñ»ïáí,àñ ³Ý¹³ñÓ »Õ³í áõ »Õ³í ³Ý»É,Â»ñ»õë Ý³ Ù³Ûñ³Ï³Ý ëñïáíÆñ ÙÇÝáõ×³ñÇ áõ Ù»ñ Ñ³Ý×³ñÇ ê»õ ó³íÁ ï³Ý»ñ... ØÝ³ñ,àñ Ýñ³Ý ÙÇ áÕç ÅáÕáíáõñ¹ þØ»Í Ø³Ûñþ ³Ýí³Ý»ñ þì»Ñ³Ù³Ûñþ Ïáã»ñ.ØÇ áÕç ÅáÕáíáõñ¹ ëáõñµ Ó»éùÁ Ýñ³ Æñ µ»ñÝÇÝ ï³Ý»ñ ö»ß»ñÁ å³ã»ñ... ØÝ³ñ... âÙÝ³ó£ ¶»Ã Ñ³ÛñÁ ÙÝ³ñ... ´³Ûó Ñ³ÛñÝ ¿É ·Ý³ó,ºñµ áñ¹ÇÝ ãÏ³ñ ï³ëÁ ï³ñ»Ï³Ý£Æñ ÅáÕáíñ¹Ç ½³í³ÏÝ ÇëÏ³Ï³Ý°ÄáÕáíñ¹Ç å»ë Ý³ áñµáõÏ ÙÝ³ó£Ü³ ÙÝ³ó ³ÝïáõÝ, ÙÝ³ó µÝ³í»ñ£ îá É³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ...ºÕ³í ³Ý¹³¹³ñ, »Õ³í µÝ³í»ñ£ îá É³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ... ¶ñÏ³Ýáó Ñ³ë³Ï, íÇñ³íáñ ëñïÇÏ,²ãù»ñáõÙ° ³ñóáõÝù, ×³Ï³ïÇÝ° ùñïÇÝù,àñµáõÏÝ áõñ± ÙÝ³, áñµáõÏÝ áõñ± ·Ý³àñï»Õ± ï³ù³Ý³, áõÙ± ÃáÝñ³Ý ßñÃÇÝ£ îá É³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ... àñµáõÏÇ ëÇñïÁ° ³å³ÏÇ ÷ßáõñ,²¯Ë ¹ñëÇó Ï³ñÙÇñ-Ý»ñëÇó ÷áõß Ù³ëáõñ,àñµÁ ÙáÉáñ ·³é, ³ßË³ñÑùÁ° Ùëáõñ,-àí± Ý³ÛÇ Ýñ³Ý Ï³Ù áí±ï³ Ýñ³Ý îáÉ³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ... ¸éÝ»¹áõé »ñ·»ó-Ó³ÛÝÁ ÏÉÏÉ³Ý,´»ñ³ÝÝ ¿ñ »ñ·»ñ, ÇëÏ ³ãùÁ ÏáõÉ³ñ,¸áõÝãÇÏÇó Ï»ÉÝ»ñ ÍËÇ ï³ù ùáõÉ³Ý,êñïÇÏÝ ¿ñ »ñíáõÙ, ëñïÇÏ ë»õ³íá¯ñ,ò³í»ñÝ ¿ÇÝ ÷áõùë, ³ÝÓÇÏÝ ¿ñ ùáõñ³Ý... îáÉ³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ... ºñÏáõ ÓÇ· ï³ñÇ, Ý³ ³Ûå»ë åÇïÇØ³Ý ·³ »ñ·»Éáí áõ ßáõñçÁ ¹ÇïÇØÇ Ñ³óÇ ÑáõÛëáí Ï³Ù ÙÇ Ñ³íÏÇÃÇ,ØÇïùÁ° Ñ³½³ñ ï»Õ, ³ãùÁ° ÙÇ Ï»ïÇ...êÏÇ½µÁ¹ Ëáó ¿ñ, í»ñçÁ¹ áí± ·ÇïÇ îáÉ³¯× ïÝ³í»ñ...=====Canto ii PEAL of SANCTITY Like his people he too poor orphanHe was not even barely of one year, When... his mother died; Ah! If she departedMay her bright spirit rise, And become worthy ofThat heavenly throne she so believed. Only if she stayed And nurse of her breastHer Soghomon- our Komitas; Only if she stayed To take care of himThsat her son, our only born. She could stay and be a mother,In times hopeless and in times so sadWipe 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 heartOf 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 genuineLike 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 winterWhere 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 cribWho will look on him, or who will giveA piece of a smile, a crumb of caress. Hey lad of ruins...! He sang door to door, his voice quiveredWith 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 wouldWander on singing and looking aroundIn 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...! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...

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