Summer
night. Flaunting moon
On
the wall’s shoulder.
Soon
moves in
Through
the window.
Embraces
me,
Fondles
me.
Kisses
me in a lightshow,
And
stops with a big sigh of sorrow.
Drizzling
rain, a shade of longing,
Loving
love-fest…
Sloshed
with lovemaking,
I,
exhausted,
Reach
the roof, and – oh, Lord!
Voluptuousness
galore,
Endless
embrace,
The
ardent moon, savor and smiles all,
Entwined,
fervent and in flames
Is
now making out
With
all the neighborhood…
---
That shameless harlot…
ARIS SHAKLIAN
1932
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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