Freezing drizzle sobs in the mist
and sadness weeps in my soul.
Past, present, future disown, as one,
All the sunshine days of lore.
Under a spreading sense of doom,
I wander around in stark silence.
No memories, no echo of words --
Around you, I’m blind, mute, missing...
The icy drizzle moans in the mist –
Only sadness sighs in my soul.
Vahan Terian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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