Panos Jeranian - LONGING

I got used

To the sound of your voice,

How can I now get used

To your silence?

Your face against mine

Beamed with the radiance of sunrise.

Now, in these faceless days,

How can I find you?

All yearnings

Pointed to where to find you.

Now all paths lead to me…

Where shall I find you?

Panos Jeranian

Translated by Tatul Sonentz

Panos Jeranian - FALL

Dusk
in autumn --
one leaf after another
full moon’s golden tears
sprinkle down
the willow

trees…

Panos Jeranian - 2011

translated by Tatul Sonentz

Read the original in Armenian on Armenian Poetry Project 

Panos Jeranian - GREEN MELODY

From the scrap-book of tall trees,

Leaf by leaf, profiles are shed.

Each movement

Terminates a life-story

At the shaded close of whispers.

And the hues

On the day's lips

Are bristling words,

That sink

Glimpse by glimpse

To the darkest depths of our eyes.

At times we're somber

With the shadow

Of rose-red trees;

There --

Through the earliest

Memory of our eyes --

To compose

The melody of a leaf murmuring

softly.

PANOS JERANIAN

translated

by Tatul Sonentz