Second Epistle

When I am laid to rest
And my earthen vessel begins to rot,
Look for me in your hope-sparked gaze,
In the brim-full, ardent glass of wine
In the multicolored sunrise,
And all the budding trees…

When I am laid to rest,
Look for me in the crystal-clear tear
Shed during spring revelry
And not in sadness…

Look for me
In fables they narrate
To children.

Look for me,
When you smile after defeat,
Beaming to life.

When I am laid to rest…


Varand
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz