The Wandering Armenian To The Cloud Poem by Khoren Nar Bey de Lusignan

The Wandering Armenian To The Cloud



CLOUD, whither dost thou haste away
So swiftly through the air?
Dost thou to some far-distant land
An urgent message bear?
With gloomy aspect, dark and sad,
Thou movest on through space ;
Dost thou hide vengeance, or has grief
O’ershadowed thy bright face ?
Did a wind come and exile thee
Far from thy heavenly home,
Like me, in homesickness and tears
Across the world to roam ?
Like me, who wander now, my griefs
Sole comrades, left to me,
While, longing for my fatherland,
I pine on land and sea ?
Cloud, when thy heart is full of tears
Thou hast relief in rain;
When indignation brims thy breast,
Fierce lightnings tell thy pain.
Though my heart too is full, my brow
With painful thoughts oppressed,
To whom can I pour forth the griefs
That fill an exile’s breast?
O cloud, thou hast no native land!
Far happier thou than I;
To north, to south thou floatest free,
At home in all the sky.
But I, at every step, shed tears,
In sadness and in gloom ;
Each step away from fatherland
Is nearer to my tomb !

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