Breaking down cultural barriers
Transposer une culture dans une autre par delà les barrières culturelles

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Daniel Varoujan - THE TILLERS

Tillers of my village, mighty sons of the soil,
Weavers of nature’s crown with pearls of sweat.
The fields’ heart beats beneath their hairy chests,
And the sun’s beams swell in their broad veins.

Mother earth’s womb quakes beneath their steps,
Yet nary a shoot wilts under the massive soles.
The head they stoop facing the Holy Altar
Is always garlanded with the gold dust of hay.

They sow cheer in the furrows, and the Lord
Reaps kindness from the grooves of their brows.
Only they can hear the flowing song of the sap.

Who cares if the ox’s spit anoints their hands,
And the smell of the barn clings to gaudy vests?
It is first in their fists that seeds sprout and grow.

Daniel Varoujan
Translated by Tatul Sonentz

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