The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea, <br />An enormous abyss of water; <br />My soul swims mournfully <br />On this huge and black expanse. <br />It prances at times – enraged, <br />And looks for the shore – blue and serene, <br />Where sometimes, it wearily dives deeply <br />Looking for fathomless rest; <br />But it will never reach the bottom of this sea. <br />It will never reach the shore. <br /> <br />In the Armenian grief – on the black expanse <br />My soul lives and mourns…<br /><br />Hovhannes Toumanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-armenian-grief/
