Who is sobbing thus in front of my shack?
It is
the exile -- sister, open the door…
Lamenting skeletons? Elapsing outside, alack!
It is
the famine – open your door…
Is that a cleaver battering my door to wreck?
It is the slaughter – open your door…
……………………. Ruben Sevak
(1909)
Translated by Tatul
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