The Dance (Siamanto)

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The Dance

A poem by Siamanto. Translated by Peter Balakian and Nevart Yaghlian.

In a field of cinders where Armenian life was still dying,
a German woman,
trying not to cry
told me the horror she witnessed:
"This thing I'm telling you about,
I saw with my own eyes,
Behind my window of hell
I clenched my teeth
and watched the town of Bardez turn
into a heap of ashes.The corpses were piled high as trees,
and from the springs, from the streams and the road,
the blood was a stubborn murmur,and still calls revenge in my ear.
Don't be afraid; I must tell you what I saw,
so people will understand
the crimes men do to men.
For two days, by the road to the graveyard …
Let the hearts of the world understand,
It was Sunday morning,
the first useless Sunday dawning on the corpses.
From dawn to dusk
I had been in my room
with a stabbed woman—
my tears wetting her death —
when I heard from afar a dark crowd
standing in a vineyard
lashing twenty brides
and singing filthy songs.
Leaving the half-dead girl on the straw mattress,
I went to the balcony of my window
and the crowd seemed to thicken like a clump of trees
An animal of a man shouted, "You must dance,
dance when our drum beats."
With fury whips cracked
on the flesh of these women.
Hand in hand the brides began their circle dance.
Now, I envied my wounded neighbour
because with a calm snore she cursed
the universe and gave up her soul to the stars …

​:"Dance," they raved,

"dance till you die, infidel beauties
With your flapping tits, dance!
Smile for us. You're abandoned now,
you're naked slaves,so dance like a bunch of fuckin' sluts.
We're hot for your dead bodies.
"Twenty graceful brides collapsed.
"Get up," the crowed screamed,
brandishing their swords.

​:Then someone brought a jug of kerosene.

Human justice, I spit in your face.
The brides were anointed.
"Dance," they thundered —
"here's a fragrance you can't get in Arabia."
With a torch, they set the naked brides on fire.
And the charred bodies rolled
and tumbled to their deaths …
I slammed my shutters,
sat down next to my dead girl
and asked:
"How can I dig out my eyes?"