Burry Me When...





Burry me, when the last red twilight fades
When the dying suns’ caresses
Sets the silvery mountaintops ablaze,
When land and sea are lost in darkness.

Burry me when the gloomy dusk is falling,
When the joyous  sounds of the day are hushed
When the sunbeams die, flowers slumber
When hills and fields vanish in darkness

Scatter wilting flowers on my grave
so they die in serenity and peace
Burry me without tears without words
Silence, silence, endless silence. 




Poem by Vahan Derian 1905
Translated From Armenian By
Armineh Amirian Zohrabian

Photo By Armineh A.Z.
August 4, 2017
Lake Sevan Armenian

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