Friday, October 3, 2008


Bright carousel of my childhood,
Since I last heard your sweet melody,
How many sinful songs I have spun!
And before tumbling to the ground
From your smooth, soothing seat,
I have suffered countless falls
At each ambush and hurdle.

I never could make out
Where that little horse was running,
Or what the long necked swan gazed at
Beckoning in the distance…

Still, in time, I did find out,
That not unlike your haunting melody,
Our lives passed in warm, childish reverie.

Translated By: Tatul Sonentz

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