Ik heb een Armeens gedicht voor je van Diana Der-Hovanessian. Het heet 'Shifting the sun' en gaat als volgt:
When your father dies, say the Irish, you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians
When your father dies, say the Welsh, you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians, you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French, you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When you father dies, say the Indians, he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians, he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English, you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians, your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
Bij je vader en bij jou gaat de zon nooit onder. Voor jullie allebij een kaarsje op een mooie plek Janneke, heel mooi!
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