Hovhannes Tumanian 

 

 

 

 

1. Poem

 

If i become your coral bead ,

A coral bead , a scarlet coral bead ,

I would caress you all day long ,

And melt , like snow in the sun .

I wish i were your coral bead .

And melt like snow in the sun .

 

If i became your silk shawl ,

If i became your veil .

I would caress you all day long ,

Like the pearl in your necklace .

I wish I were your silk shawl , your veil ,

A pearl in your necklace .

 

If i became your guitar ,

I would sing for you ,

If i became your guitar .

I would sing serenades to you ,

And be your beloved .

If i became your guitar ,

I would sing serenades to you ,

And be your beloved .

 

 

 

 

2. Legend : Akhtamar

 

Every night , some stranger ,

In the dark , without boat

Makes his way to a small island

In the middle of lake Van .

 

He makes his way boldly

Through the heavy waves .

Directed by the strong and bright

Shine of the remote light .

 

Night by night the faraway light

Radiates promise and love .

Night by night , hidden in the dark ,

Tamar is waiting for her beloved .

 

The delight that awairs him

Helps the lover fight the heavy waves .

Seeing his Tamar wrapped in passion

Waiting for him in the dark .

 

It is worth all the waiting

When they thrown themselves

In each other's arms ,

Feeling like angels in heaven .

 

Yet tomorrow will come ,

And again the light will signal promise .

Everything will be the same :

The love , the delight , and the dark .

 

But the secret love was soon revealed

By some jealous enemies .

They put down the light ,

And the lower lost his way .

 

All frustrated were his hopes ,

To see the familiar light in the dark .

Pulling all his strength together ,

In vain he tried to find his way .

 

As the sun broke though the dawn ,

The water brought a dead body ashore .

On his face a frozen grimace ,

"Akh , Tamar ! " the dead lips said .

 

Many years have passed since then .

Still the island keeps its spell .

Gloomily , it raises over the water ,

And is called Akhtamar .

 

 

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1. Poem

 

Akh ! Akh ! , esli alym , alym stal by .

Akh , esli alym stal by ya ,

Tvoim korallom , korallom stal by ,

Tvoim korallom stal by ya ,

Tebya lobzai by den i noch ,

I snegom talym stal by ya .

Ya stal by alym korallom , lalom ,

I snegom talym stal by ya .

 

Akh , esli shalyu , shalyu stal by ya ,

Tvoei vualyu , tvoei vualyu stal by ya ,

Tebya lobzai by kazhdyi den :

Ved bus emalyu stal by ya .

Ya stal by shalyu , tvoei vualyu ,

Ved bus emalyu stal by ya .

 

Akh , esli tarom , tarom stal by ,

Akh esli tarom stal by ya .

Zvuchat nedarom , nedarom stal by ,

Zvuchat nedarom stal by ya ,

Ya rzglashal by gymn tebe ,

I miloi yarom stal by ya .

Ya stal by tarom , zvucha ne darom ,

Akh , yarom miloi stal by ya ,

Akh , yarom miloi stal by ,

Yarom stal by , yarom stal by ya .

 

 

Translation  by V. Bryusov

 

 

 

2. Legend : Akhtamar

 

Kazhdoi nochyu k vodam Vana

Kto-to s berega idyor ,

I bez lodki sred rumana

Smelo k ostrovu plyvyot .

 

On moguchimi plechami

Rassekaet lono vod ,

Privlekaemyi luchami

Shto mayak dalyokii shloyt .

 

Kazhdoi nochyu iskry sveta

Manyat laskoi tainykh char :

Kazhdoi nochyu , tmoi odeta

Zhdyot ego k sebe Tamar .

 

On  plyvyot navstrechu shchastyu ,

Smelo boresta s volnoi ,

A Tamar , obyata strastiu ,

Zhdyot evo vo tme nochnoi .

 

Ne naprasny ozhidania ...

Blizhe , blizhe ... vot i on !

Mig blazhenstva ! Mig svidaniya .

Sladkikh tainstv raiskii son !

 

Zavtra snova ozhidaniya ,

Tak zhe iskritsa mayak ,

Tot zhe chudnyi mig svidania ,

Te zhe laski , tot zhe mrak .

 

No razvedal vrag zhestokii

Tainu Lyubyashchikh serdets ,

Byl Pogashen svet dalyokii ,

Tmoi zastignut byl plovets .

 

Ne zaiskritsa , kak prezhde ,

Mayaka priver rodnoi

I v obmantchivoi nadezhde ,

Byotsa , byotsa on s volnoi .

 

Na rassvete vstali volny

I primchali bednyl trup ,

I zastyl upryok bezmolvnui

" Akh , Tamar ! " sred mertvykh gub .

 

S toi pory minuli gody .

Ostrov polon prezhnikh char ,

Mrachno smotrit on na vody

I zovyotsa Akhtamar !

 

 

Translation by K. Balmont

 

 


Three Concert Arias for Soprano and Orchestra

Composer Aram Illych Khachaturian (1903/1978-Georgia/Armenia)


 

The Museum of the Poet H. Tumanian in Yerevan since 1953

 


 

Tumanian and other Armenian Poets (in Armenian)

Tumanian and other Armenian Poets (in Armenian)