(Far Be My Ararad)
As solid as Ararad, as flow bound an Armenian As permanent an Ararad, a slope of despair seduces each of us
As snow covered and majestic as Ararad, every Armenian forehead, Throbbing forefathers etched in crossed lines that sing of life elsewhere.
Life elsewhere, where Ararad is ours, where Ararad never Splays vigilance, and can slip or sleep.
Ararad instead, must shed and shed each spring, winter harvest snow, Magistrate, fools in loss and love, each last one of us, an Ararad untouched.
Bedros Afeyan Pleasanton, CA 10-20-2010