Tribute to Reon Argondian

Some paintings and some sculptures made of stone
Are rumored to bear magic in their essence,
And I have heard of mystic places known
For statues’ faces touched by eerie presence.

Their eyelids lead you to the distant worlds,
To constellations of unearthly reason.
The ethereal dream of realms untold
Brings you at once so far away from prison

Of everyday banality - herein
The labyrinth of fantasy is shaping,
Deprived of worries and mundane routine
But filled with charms that render your soul happy.

Green emeralds of gardens’ merry tunes,
Sapphire seas of warm and tender climate,
Wild ruby flames, volcanoes’ opal fumes,
And meadows filled by myriad flowers’ diamonds.

What’s so-called “sin”? They do not know therein.
They’ll only tell you, if you ask the satyrs,
That dullness and hypocrisy are sins,
And harmony of beauty’s all that matters.

White unicorns in the enchanted groves
Have never known the sign of evil treason
For their peace is taken care of
By elegant green-haired fantastic sphinxes.

Pure melodies unbound by fashion’s strings
Came here from fairy tales and ancient legends.
Like murmuring echoes they evoke the dreams,
While wandering through the maze of long-gone ages.

The underwater hymns are all around,
And rustling leaves’ sonatas of the forests!
The jesters jingle with their painted crowns,
The water-nymphs and dryads tell their stories...

And when you’re tired of the untravelled paths,
You’ll see the door on the green slope of mountain.
Then do not miss your chance: you’re home at last,
For dreams love only those who truly love them.