It rains, my son… Autumn
is wet,
Wet as the eyes of a sad
deceived love…
Go, shut the window and the
door
And come sit beside me in
stately
Silence… It is
raining, my son…
Does it at times rain in
your soul as well?
Does your heart feel cold
and do you shiver
Thinking of the bygone
bright sunshine
Now beyond the shut door of
dire fate…?
But, you cry, my son… In
the dusk, sudden
Heavy tears tumble down
your eyes…
Cry the unredeemable tears
of innocence,
Cry oblivious, my sad
unaware son,
You poor prey of life… Cry
to grow up…
Vahan Tekeyan
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
