I grew up an orphan, but
with an open heart, my palm shut,
I bared my heart on my sleeve -- and
still remained an orphan
With an appealing smile,
I readily believed everyone,
yet I remained alone,
and alone I cried...
Inside, there were cymbals and dancing,
incessant song and strings,
I never made it to the entrance,
I walked away and left unnoticed...
I listened in dark and deep silence
to the one-string refrain
of the never ending rain pouring
in my very essence.
I listened to the sad dirge
of my memories' demise,
as behind a casket - weightless
as a wing of light,
Hope shed tears of distress,
holding a lyre in its hand.
With faith in tomorrow's sun,
and in a dusky fate
HAMASTEGH
translated by Tatul Sonentz
