NUPTIALHOUSE

They are gathered in the room
Cozy and intimate guests
A goblet full to the brim
With booze
Silver-veiled moon

Time is far far away
All feel no pain
A narrow brook outside
Gurgles with glee…
And sings
A dark woman
(With enormous eyes)
The windowpanes
Reflect Haiastan

The delicate bride of twenty
Will bear four children
(Life will come and go
Before a future is built…)
Four boys One of them me
(A dark woman still sings)
We are not there Yet
It’s my mother’s wedding…

VARAND
1977
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz