I shaved and wrote a couple of lines.

Heaved a sigh watching

little birds fly away

right in the day’s eye.

Then I shaved again

and wrote a couple of lines,

heaved a sigh watching

the day return

without a single bird.

What happened to my day?

I resented watching

my lines fly away

heaving a sigh

right in the day’s eye.

Translated by Samvel Mkrtchyan