Kriv, Hayhoyank, inch er katarvoum? Medz hairus hartsunumer morphine kunits nor artnatsats. Na yeraznerits er khosum baits heto sharunakets loorerits khosal. Pasadenaum ujegh kaminer ein yegel, kandelein tsarer, tuner, shenker, yevalun. Sharunakets ir tsaverits khosal. Achkeris nayets hartsnelov, yes um em mi vat ban arel vor esbisi tsaver unem. Inchi e bnutne martun tsav bajarum? Bolore apatsutse vor Astvadz cheka.
Aram Jizmejian
1927-2011
O here will i setup my everlasting rest, and shake the yokes of inauspicous stars from this world wearied flesh. Eyes look your last, arms take your last embrace. And lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.
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