Poems of Yeghishe Charent

For Avetik Isahakyan

No matter how far I goimproving draft by draftmy art and my heartmust bow to your craft.All my life, my impossibleaim was to finisha song to charm childrenthat old men could cherish.just as all hearts quickenwith the tempo of yours,The hear of your nation,beats in your words.Oh for such a songaffectionate and smallthat would endureinscribed on my walls,so that generations to comecould say with a smilemy warmest poemwas for you (in your style).