Aris Shaklian - I FORGOT

I forgot, I forgot

My fairy-tale trysts

On the rosy road

Of what I was…

No longer do I recall

My old longings,

Each night blooming

On my pillow…

Even their now

Pale, white ashes

Are no longer there

On my dry,

Bloodless heart…

I even forgot how to cry…

ARIS SHAKLIAN

1925

Translated by Tatul Sonentz

Aris Shaklian - MOON

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