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