Armenian Poems/The Armenian Girl
HAVE you seen the bright moon rising In the heavens? Have you seenRuddy apricots that shimmer Through the garden's foliage green?
Have you seen the red rose glowing Where green leaves about her meet,And around her, in a bevy, Lilies, pinks, and iris sweet?
Lo, beside Armenia's maiden. Dark and dim the bright moon is;Apricots and pinks and iris Are not worth a single kiss.
Roses on her cheeks are blooming, On her brow a lily fair,And of innocence the symbol Is the smile her sweet lips wear.
From her friend she takes the zither With a blush the heart that wins;Touching it with dainty fingers, The lekzinca[1] she begins.
Like a tree her form is slender, Swaying with a dreamy grace;Now she flies with rapid footsteps, Now returns with gliding pace.
All the young men's hearts are melted When the maiden they behold,And the old men curse their fortune That so early they grew old.
- ↑ An Oriental dance.