The tillers. Daniel Varuzhan
By Daniel VaruzhanTranslated by Tatul Sonentz
Tillers of my village, all mighty sons of the soil,Weavers of nature’s crown with pearls of sweat.The fields’ heart beats beneath their hairy chests,And the sun’s beams swell in their broad veins.Mother earth’s womb quakes beneath their steps,Yet nary a shoot wilts under the massive ...
