Love
By Mannik Berberian
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
Do not ask me why I love you.
The way I love you
is the way of the lily of the woods
in love with the nightingale.
I only know,
if I did not have your arms
as universe surrounding my puny body,
I should die like an abandoned slave…
And I do know now,
If your hands do not lift my head in love,
And your kisses are not wreath
to my aching brow, I will surely dry
and die like a wind-blown leaf…
Tatul Sonentz-Papazian
Tatul Sonentz-Papazian is the former editor of the Armenian Review and director of the ARF and First Republic of Armenia Archives, based in Watertown, Mass. He has been a contributor to the Armenian Weekly for over 50 years. He currently directs the Publications Department of the Armenian Relief Society.
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