( Lines for Anahit Arustamyan, poet of Armenia )
White crane migrate
from one land of lakes to another,
long lane takes you over any border,
hold in your heart
the yellow glow and warmth of summer,
come back again,
rest in reedy, shallow water.
You nest in Armenia,
India, Japan to China.
You glimmer in your picture.
Wake, lift from your lake,
fly the sky of summer.
In dream your path I take.
The air your kingdom,
you are unaware of your freedom,
but I am, white crane,
while humans make other humans
refugees from their homeland,
what was built long ago leave behind broken,
my spirit you have woken, white crane.