Descent - Poem by Hovhannes Toumanian
For forty long years I follow one path,
Straight and fearless
Towards a bright world, the Holy Unknown.
For forty long years by that dread path
I have travelled thus,
And now at last
I have left down there, at the mountain’s foot
Glory and wealth,
Grudge and envy,
Everything that oppressed the soul.
And all the things
That I view again
From my mountain heiahts
Look so worthless and meagre.
Now, richer in wisdom, my burden light,
With carefree laughter,
Song and canticle
I descend from the mountain's other side.
Comments about Descent by Hovhannes Toumanian
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye