Hamo Sahian _ STONE ON THE HILL

A stone
on top of the hill…
A partridge
singing a song…

A heart that bleeds
In my chest,
A drop of blood
On the stone…

Tell me, oh wind,
were you’re gone,
Tell me what hit
the partridge?

Troubled with
wounds of its own,
The wind could
tell me nothing.


HAMO SAHIAN
Translated by Tatul Sonentz