Whether am I the Last Poet

Whether am I the last poet,

My country’s final artist?

Is it sleep, or is it death,

Binding you, bright Nairi?  

Forlorn, in the fugitive land,

I dream of you vividly,

And your royal language voices,

Like a prayer divinely.

 

Voices deeply and lively,

Scorches and cleaves robustly,  

Are you a flame with bright roses?

No, you're the blood of my bruises.  

 

I’m calling you with esteem,  

Shine my phantom, Nairi.

Whether am I the last poet,

My country’s final artist? 

Written by: Vahan Terian

Translated by: Rob Ert

Author's Note

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMbvcp480Y4

Reviews

[Myenigma]

what country was it? I would like to know. I've read about the turks and the strugle of the armenian people

[Rob Ert]

Well Turks are just part of the problem. You see the people of Haik, who have been called Nairians by Assyrians, Armenians by Arabs, and Giaours by Turks have lost themselves...They are not moral, honest, brave and benevolent enough to be considered Nairians or Armenians or people of Haik if you will...This poem is the cry of a Nairian whose country doesn't, physically, exist any more. Now, the left part of his country is called Tukey, and the right part of it is called Armenia.

[Myenigma]

oh wow, thats amazing and I kindoff understand now..... I remember the Assyrians, a very ancient civilization that were also mention in the bible. The country of Haik and the idendity of the Nairians might not be around but it still lives within knowledge like this great poem its poet, and translators .

[Rob Ert]

Thank you, my good sir...God be with you...