Paruyr Sevak - ՔԻՉ ԵՆՔ, ԲԱՅՑ ՀԱՅ ԵՆՔ (KʻITCHʻ ENKʻ, BAYTSʻ HAY ENKʻ) versuri traducere în engleză
English
Translation We are few in number, but we are Armenians
WE ARE FEW IN NUMBER, BUT WE ARE ARMENIANS,
and they call us “Hay” (ie. “The Armenian Nation”).
We don’t claim preference over anyone.
Quite simply, we just have to admit
that we, and only WE, own Mount Ararat,
and that up here, on high-altitude Lake Sevan,
the heavens create their own, pure, exact reflection.
The fact, quite simply, is that King David fought here,
Saint Gregory of Narek wrote his Book of Lamentations here,
We just know how to create a monastery out of rock,
We can make “a fish out of stone” and “a bird out of clay”,
For the sake of skilled training and apprenticeship !
For the sake of beauty,
Good !
For the sake of the sublime, ethereal,
Excellent …
There are few of us, but we are called “Armenians”.
We don't claim preference over anyone.
Quite simply, it was our peculiar good fortune, that,
quite simply, we just HAD to lose a lot of blood.
Quite simply, in the many centuries of our existence,
while we were still plentiful in number,
and we rose up as a powerful nation,
we never oppressed any other nation,
nobody suffered even a blow from our hand.
If we had a passion for something,
it was only for our books.
If we had an obsession for something,
it was only our desire for great achievements.
Quite simply, it was genocide which enveloped us in her arms,
but we didn’t surrender ourselves to death willingly.
And when we left our rich land behind,
wherever we went, in whichever place we found ourselves,
we made every effort for the benefit of everyone.
We built a bridge here,
we connected an arch there,
we ploughed the land everywhere,
we gathered the harvest,
we gave new ideas to everyone, new concepts, new songs,
we sheltered everyone from the cold death of the spirit.
In every place we left a treasure for the eyes to admire,
a blessed relic from our soul,
and a spiritual treasure from our heart.
There are few of us, yes, but we are called “Armenians” –
we know that we have not yet recovered from our wounds,
but we rejoice in abundant new joys.
We know how to stand up to the enemy
and to support one another.
We know how to repay our debts of honour
by repaying every kindness shown to us ten times over.
We know how to vote with our lives
in favour of truth and justice.
But regardless of whether they want to set us on fire by force,
we know how to extinguish the fire.
And if we need to dispel the darkness,
we know the ashes will sprout bright green shoots of grass.
And we also know how to love one another with passion,
but always with respect and consideration for others ...
We don't show preference to anyone,
but we also know
that we are called “Armenians”.
And why shouldn't we be proud ?
We are,
We have to be,
and all the more will be.
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14.03.2025
Falling More in Love with You
Thank you for always being you
Who with much patience understands
My difficult moments
So many of which you are not to blame
And that I inadvertently cannot avoid
Thank you for always being like that
Sharing your days with me
Loving and romantic
Putting so much joy into things
Telling me, love, that my life is your life
Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling more in love
Those two kisses that you give me
After the loving
After the many times that I have slept in your arms
You look at me and tell me
I love only you
Falling in love together
And when you are not here
I really do not know what to do
Thank you for always being like that
A companion and lover that is
Loving and romantic
That always gives me another opportunity
For me to understand that I have to change
Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling even more in love
Today I promise to truly put my heart
Into everything that I do
Because you and I
Must understand each another,
Truly love each another
Falling more in love with you
Time goes by and I
Love you more each day
14.03.2025
The day starts
The day starts for me and her at the same time early in the morning
I'm already there, at her house, and soon she's stepping out.
It's bright, she's hurries, walks to the tram, I join.
She doesn't see me at all. She reads a book, it's a romantic novel.
Accidentally I bump her toes with my foot.
I say 'please excuse me', then she whispers 'please' and nothing else.
And she doesn't look at me, she reads the novel.
This has been going on for weeks. How will I ever get lucky again?
The ride back has to be different, I take my chances, I invite her: 'Reality', so I start, 'will be better than your novel, my lady. Put the book away and become mine.'
Then the tram came, she read her book, it was the same novel. But as the tram rolled in everything I wanted to say, what I had planned got under the wheels. And she didn't look at me, she read the novel.
(1971)
14.03.2025
Empty space
I guess I didn't know at the time that I was lonely
That after a while it'll pierce my heart
When even the familiar air becomes murky
When even cruel love turns its back on you
An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
Empty space
Emotions that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me
Come back to me
I don't even have any regrets anymore
When even the promised love turns its back on you
An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
Empty space
Feelings that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me come back
14.03.2025
Come and play with me
Come and play with me
The game of love
How it'll be with us one day
Come and play with me
The old game of love
Of tenderness
And the game of fortune
And of sorrow
What will you love me for
What will you hate me for?
And when will you
Let me walk away from you?
Are we loyal to eachother, again and again?
I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.
I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.