To Armenia
With such unfathomable comfort And a prayer on my lip do I recall The soulful chants of your churches, My far off homeland! With a pain as burning as the silhouette Of my lover’s face do I recall - Your meadows, rivers and valleys, And the opulent fragrance of thyme - Submissive to a mysterious law My ears are still accustomed to long For the sound of your solemnly lucid Language - oh, so glorious....