Broken Vessel struggled Seven Months in Silence.
Thunder fought against past and present and it took my rest,
it was terrible for one who stopped drinking water in the desert,
lights and thunder struggled makes so silence.
I was living in the part of thy deepest ocean with my broken Vessel,
no one asked, but only the person who was living outside the Vessel,
he gave so much hope and rest to the broken heart.
Finally got the way to get out and pay attention to the voice of the owner of Sophia.
I accumulated so much rest in the presence of the Owner of Sophia
to live and work in thy love to give glory to thee 'Amen.'
Garo Hagop Tarakjian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem