8705 - Artsakh, my love

N. Lygeros
Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou

If you haven’ t lived there,
if you haven’t been there three times,
you can’t understand
the Artsakh, my love
and you cannot see
either the resistance of mountains
or that of the humans’.
So, you can’t conceive
our Armenian pain
when we find again
our churches, our monasteries
riddled by the enemies’ bullets
in their attempts
to erase any trace.