For forty long years I follow one path, <br />Straight and fearless <br />Ascending <br />Towards a bright world, the Holy Unknown. <br />For forty long years by that dread path <br />I have travelled thus, <br />And now at last <br />Have reached <br />Tranquility. <br />I have left down there, at the mountain’s foot <br />Glory and wealth, <br />Grudge and envy, <br />Everything that oppressed the soul. <br />And all the things <br />That I view again <br />From my mountain heiahts <br />Look so worthless and meagre. <br />Now, richer in wisdom, my burden light, <br />With carefree laughter, <br />Song and canticle <br />I descend from the mountain's other side. <br /> <br /> <br />1909<br /><br />Hovhannes Toumanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/descent-14/
