If I had my own wilderness

I would call in

all world’s lions

and say:

See how much sand

I have here in my desert

and how much freedom.

I could show them the sun

and say this too is ours.

I would say:

No one here can tell you

that you are wolves or shave off

your manes.

I would say:

See and feel the silence

it’s all yours

tear it if you want

with a silver roar!

And then, at night,

in secret,

each one of you can

join me writing poems

about caged.

Translated by Samvel Mkrtchian