Kristine Pisikian January 21, 2017
The “object” that I chose for the zine project was an old Armenian folk song entitled “Dle Yaman” written and composed by a very well-known and revered Armenian musicologist named Komitas. The song itself is a slow, beautiful, and melancholy love song but it is known primarily as the hymn of the Armenian Genocide by all of the Armenians in Armenia and the Armenian diaspora around the world. A line from the song translated to English goes as follows, “Dle Yaman, the wind has come like a fire. Oh, dle yaman, it is here like a flood.” “Dle yaman” does not have a true translation to English, but the phrase is meant to be a powerful expression of sorrow. However, in Kurdish “dle yaman” translates literally to “valiant of the heart”, or brave/fearless heart. A clip of a classic rendition of the song Dle Yaman is listed below.
I believe the song relates best to the theme of War and the Figure of the Refugee. Since the song is most recognized as the hymn of the Armenian Genocide which occurred in 1915 during the time span in which World War II was taking place between the countries all over the world. Some of the survivors of the genocide fled the country as a means of seeking asylum and thus, the Armenian diaspora grew into countries like Russia, Germany, France, Spain, Argentina, the United States and many more. Armenian men, women, and children during the time of the genocide were refugees as they had been forced to leave their country in order to escape the horrifying systematic exterminations, including deportations and mass-murder, by the Ottoman Turkish government.
The song circulated among many Armenians around the world due to the diasporic impact that the Armenian Genocide had on the living areas of people of Armenian heritage. Specifically, between a small suburban middle-class home in Reseda, California in United States, where I first heard the song played by my family when my mother first taught me about this piece of history from my culture, and Yerevan, Armenia, where my great grandparents eventually moved back to after fleeing during the genocide. The song was written and composed by Komitas in the early 1900’s in Echmiadzin, Armenia, almost 100 years before I was even born seven thousand miles away in Reseda, California. Events happening in Armenia during and after the time that Dle Yaman was composed included the genocide spanning April 24, 1915 to sometime in 1923 and the constant struggle of Armenians around the world to get countries to recognize the genocide despite Turkey’s constant denial.
Around the time where I was able to really understand the complexities of political power among countries of the world, I was thirteen and Senator Barack Obama was promising Armenian Americans that he would fight for justice and reparations for the Armenian people and finally recognize the genocide if elected President. Eight years later, there is still no recognition from the USA, a place that I was born and raised in and brought up to believe had my best interests at heart. 101 years later in 2016, despite Pope Francis referring to the massacre as a genocide, a term that Turkey constantly rejects, and countless historians calling it the first genocide of the 20th century a few decades before the Holocaust, the country I was born and raised in as an Armenian American still refuses to acknowledge the atrocities of my ancestors’ past.
http://www.musicofarmenia.com/song-number-one-dle-yaman
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/dle-yaman-dle-yaman.html-0
http://7ekm-al-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/dle-yaman.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komitas
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenian_Genocide
https://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/26/world/europe/pope-francis-to-armenians-seek-peace-but-never-forget-genocide.html?_r=0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBWAHfSrX8I
https://tmblr.co/ZFwWne2HT7uvt