Oh poet, the flighting vibes contain your style,
The white wings widespread makes me fly.
The fire which is between the lines,
Melts the ice in my souldepth.
How heartening!
Your world in flowing colours
Is likened to the dreamworld.
They are no more that mortal
They’re flying above you,
You give your feelings to your lines,
And anytime you feel the flip,
While looking in the mirror of the art,
I contemplate my soul reflection.
(Безмерная благодарность Мариам Еремян за перевод)