Poems of Mugurdich Beshiktashlian

 
A vast and stormy sea,
Whose ranks of wind-stirred billows
Shall sing to comfort thee ?
 
 
Or heaven’s immense and wondrous vault,
Star-strewn, thine eyes to greet ?
Or smiles from nature’s fairest things,
The flowers, the zephyrs sweet ?
 
 
Or dost thou yearn for solace
All other joys above, —
A gentle mother’s kisses,
A sweetheart’s tender love?
 
 
To cure thy heart’s deep sorrow
What wouldst thou have, oh, what?
“ My longing is for powder,
For powder and for shot!”
 

4. WE ARE BROTHERS

 
FROM glorious Nature’s myriad tongues
Though songs be breathed by lips of love,
And though the maiden’s fingers fair
Across the thrilling harp-strings rove,
Of all earth’s sounds, there is no other
So lovely as the name of brother.
 
 
Clasp hands, for we are brothers dear,
Of old by tempest rent apart;