Confiture
Hetaera Nazenik
“While Nazenik dances
in the subtle gleam of candles.
The flame of her hair blazes
on the pale marbles of her shoulders.
The scarlet boots glide
on the surface of the stone slabs.
The dance traces a pattern and
promises admiration to everyone.
Though brave Bagratuni
attracts her by the lion.
And flies with her ahorse,
hardly waiting till the dawn.
And the beads break in haste
and glisten like scarlet rain.
That was an age
when... 
The Native Land
“Enticing the Armenian king
the wicked Shanukh decided to check whether
it was true that the Armenian land gives them force.
And he put secretly
some Armenian land under the Persian carpet.
As soon as the sad captive stepped
on the native land
his spirits rebounded and
he found the right words, and it seemed as
if the land spoke instead of him…
The blue-black egg-plant is ordinary
like that very land.
Though it conceals in...
Torgom’s sons
“Old Torgom, Noa’s great grandchild
Blessed his children and grandchildren, saying
“Live together peacefully and
lend a helping hand to those in need
Keep the stroma and
never lose the brotherly love indeed”.
Maybe the mulberry teaches its numerous
and nectareous berries in the same way.
The shadow of its spreading
crown can hold a big, harmonious family,
its trunk is trustworthy and its roots
go far and far into the...
Immortality
...“As we are for the death,
The death is for us
And a man with his progeny
Is immortal forever…”
Thus spoke the King of Sasun, Mher
Like lion he was fearsome and brave,
But he prayed God for a son in tears
The old nut felt sorry for him so deeply
And It nodded the great crown peacefully …
… They glanced at heavens hopefully
And took a step into eternity …
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Geghama Mountain
“Beautiful Khosrovanush looked out of the window:
“What a dreary, gloomy rock,
I wish it broke out again in an emerald grass, gladding the eyes …”
Strong Gegham perceived her words as an order
With baskets full of silt. With heart full of love
He repeated again and again:
“The mountains are driven by Faith,
But if Love is with Faith – they must blossom…”
And the raspberries tell us nowadays
The story of the...
Artashes and Satenik
“Hearing the beauty’s tender song
the brave king Artashes skipped
his lariat with golden ring
across the river with swift-winged eagle.
That lariat clasped
the Alanian princess’s lissome figure
and Satenik became the queen of Armenia.
And the carols didn’t cease at the wedding…
Thus the beauty - quince beautified
the Armenian earth enriching it
with its exceptional aroma and flavour.
And it became loved by...
Hayk and Bell
“Ararat was a mere symbol of greatness
for us and will remain as well.
A lot of wind was overblown
and a lot of reigns were returned to dust.
Though it is to ascend forever…” – this was
the respond of the Armenian world ruler Hayk
to the fame craving Babylonian king Bell.
...And nowadays the grey-haired Ararat is glorified.
And marvellous peaches grow in its valley.
As marvellous as the Love story
of the Babylonian princess...
Birth of Vahagn
“God of Sun Vahagn was the very red-haired
juvenile who emerged from the flames.
From the flames enveloping
the red Reed in the purpureal Sea.
In the sea joining the Sky and the Earth.
…And God of Sun entamed
a horse with igneous mane
and won the heart
of the golden-haired goddess of Love.
And obtained gold apricots for her.
They embrace the power of Vahagn,
the tenderness of Astghik
and the sweetness of their divine kiss....
Tigran The Great
“It was time of glorious
battles and bloody intrigues.
Powerful kings ruled and gallant
soldiers performed exploits at that time.
So they could find time
for gaudy and generous entertainment…
Tigran the Great appeared both
in the heat of the battles
and in the heat of the feast.
And he always won whether due
to his courage, intelligence or eloquence…
The same is fig among the fruits:
glorious, majestic and incomparable......
Ervand the Builder
“The king built cities.
Glancing over the playful rivers
and steep banks with eagle-eye.
He assembled skilled masters.
He gave them instruction:
“Make the city reliable and
beautiful for its inhabitants.
And convenient and open for the guests.
The number of the guests will
only emphasize our originality
and will multiply our fame…
…Let our city flourish and enlarge.
Like the pumpkin among the earth gifts.
The...
Poet’s Love
...The glare and the fire of your eyes
May burn the river and may ruin Shiraz…”
As thus the poet had recited,
And if you want to grasp his meanings,
You try to pick the blackberries,
Nice blackberries from bushes,
With their nighted look that dangles
And teasing splendid fragrance
But thorns and spikes
Are waiting for all
And only with Love
You are reaching the goal…
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Sayat Nova
“Oh kamancha, your sound is the
sweetest among all the lyres,
praised by people.
You don’t hold a feast
with those who are mean,
just you are silent to them,
oh kamancha.
But do yearn for the best,
as you’ll attract the
whole world and every being.
I will not yield you
kamancha as you belong to me…”
Ashugh Sayat Nova sang likewise…
Now he is in the nightingale’s warble
and in the murmur of the...
Tatev Monastery
“The old architect built his last temple
putting his heart and soul into the stone,
he engraved laces of the khachckars …
and finally finishing his work he pleaded God: “Ta – tev”.
Thus he wanted to look
over the creation of his own hands
and the fruit of his own ideas,
but his legs weakened
and he pled God for a pair of wings.
In another instant he flew high.
Thenceforth the Tatev monastery
inspires everyone with...
Song about Rose and bulbul
“When the rose disappeared,
the bulbul appeared in the garden.
He longed for her viewing her marquee empty
And asked everyone about his beloved pretty
More sorrowful, more wailful
appealed he in the night
…And the gardener came to comfort him with a light
“Don’t cry, oh bulbul, the rose will come again,
Like the violet which appeared in the rain
And You must know that in the main
I bear good news and no pain”....
Parvana
“The daughter of the fearsome
king of Parvana was more tender
than deer and tremulous like deer.
For all the knights of
their land she was so dear.
Though she did ask for an eternal flame.
And all the knights forgetting
everything were seeking for the flame…
…And years were passing …
It is long since a lake
has covered that very land.
And if you ever happen to be in Parvana
peer into the deepness of its transparent waters....
Akhtamar
“The bonfire fired at night.
That was a pharos for the swimmer.
And the island was an Eden where
Tamar waited for him.
And waited in the dark…
And every night the familiar
tender shout arose among the rocks:
”Akh, Tamar! ” Oh, how beautifully the fire was burning at night…
And how passionate were their dates!
...Since then the island is called Akhtamar.
The pharos fires at nights.
And now the cherry in love
with the...
Flower Astghik
“The refused juvenile was feeling sad.
He drooped his eyes into
the waters of the lake.
And the flower in his hand drooped as well.
But suddenly in front of him emerged Astghik.
Goddess of Love livened that
flower with her smile and disappeared…
The juvenile dropped the flower
gently into the window for his proud girl.
In spring he planted a garden
of white cherries for wedding
to celebrate the Happiness and Dream
and to present a...
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