ARMENIAN WRITINGS

Cradle Song, by Raphael Patkanian

(1830-1892) Mother SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro :My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest songs I’ll sing oror. Baby O Mother dear, thou art unkindMy sleepless eyes so long to bind.Anon I’ll rest, and sleep resigned ;—Release me ...
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Spring, by Hovhannes Hovhannisian

(Born 1869) NONE await thy smiling rays ;Whither comest thou, O Spring ?None are left to sing thy praise—Vain thy coming now, O Spring ! All the world is wrapped in gloom,Earth in blood is weltering :This year brought us blackest doom—Whither comest thou, O Spring ? No rose for the ...
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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian

(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise,    Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully    Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still    Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy ...
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Incense, by Zabelle Essayan

(Born 1878) THE incense at the altar slowly burnsSwayed in the silver censer to and fro ;Around the crucifix it coils and turns,The brows of saints it wreathes with misty glow. And tremulous petitions, long drawn out,Beneath the lofty arches faint away ;To weary eyes the candles round ...
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The Fox, the Wolf, and the Bear

THE little fox, the wolf and bear made peace ;Like kinsfolk all, they bade their warfare cease.The fox they consecrate a hermit now ;—False monk, false hermit, false recluse’s vow ! The little fox a sack found in the streetThrough which he thrust his head ; then shod his feetWith iron ...
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I beheld my Love this Morning, by Sayat Nova

(1712-1795) I BEHELD my love this morning, in the garden paths she strayed,All brocaded was the ground with prints her golden pattens made ;Like the nightingale, I warbled round my rose with wings displayed,And I wept, my reason faltered, while my heart was sore dismayed.Grant, O Lord, that all ...
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Liberty, by Mikael Nalbandian

(1829-1866) WHEN the God of LibertyFormed of earth this mortal frame,Breathed the breath of life in me,And a spirit I became, Wrapped within my swaddling bands,Bound and fettered helplessly,I stretched forth my infant handsTo embrace sweet Liberty. All night long, until the dawn,In my cradle ...
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The Birth of Vahagn, King of Armenia

“Heaven and earth were in travail,And the crimson waters were in travail.And in the water, the crimson reedWas also in travail.From the mouth of the reed issued smoke,From the mouth of the reed issued flame.And out of the flame sprang the young child.His hair was of fire, a beard had he ...
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