I am entering a New Year – but for what new thing
Is my sad heart yearning…? …An enormous wheel --
Inspite of my or your wishes, oh, Leader --Keeps turning round – forever and ever…
And its turns shall be endless… it is all preset --
No more yearning, no more commands – on this planet…
O, everlasting Nirvana, of thee I fantasize --
At the close of my tempestuous, reckless days…
Yeghishe Charents 1934, Dec. 31,
Night
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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