Moushegh Ishkhan Poems

The Armenian language is the home
and haven where the wanderer can own
roof and wall and nourishment.
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Without a fatherland and without a home,
Without love and without faith,
Having lost all treasures,
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With a troubled heart, poor and very miserable,
And with my walking stick in hand and very confused,
I returned to my homeland once again
After being alienated for many years.
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O my mother, sun and remote moon,
Transformed into communion bread, you joined with our land
And the age-old earth of our homeland, always sweet,
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It is enough, O Lord, take us back to our lands and homes,
And even don't let the enemy wander around like us.
To the animal you give prey and to the birds a warm nest,
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