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Concerning the Rose and the Nightingale, by Grigor Akhtamartsi
(Fifteenth Century) THE Rose was gone. When to the empty tentThe Nightingale returned, his heart was torn.He filled the night with mourning and lament,And wandered through the darkness lone and lorn. ” To thee I speak, O Garden, answer me,Why did’st thou not preserve my precious Rose,Whose perfume breathed of immortality,Whose colour made her queen…
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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 of flame,And his eyes…