Myriad Roads





I don’t know where the distant
Ribbons of myriad roads will take me,
I sit by the path every day
And pray, and grieve for you.

And in my wonderings, who knows,
Perhaps one day you’ll appear luminous,
Perhaps you’ll smile with silvery words
And shine a light of joy on my darkness.

The snakelike twisted far away
The multitude of roads call me.
Where are you mystical sunrise,
When we meet again one brilliant day.



Written by Vahan Derian 1908
Translated from Armenian By:
Armine Amirian Zohrabian
January 18, 2013

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