Translated by Knarik O. Meneshian

It was a bright morning in spring When we met… You gave me a red rose And said, “A jewel for your breast.” The day was so clear, so light… I had nothing But my heart And said, “Here, a memento for you.” With my undying heart You rejoice and rejoice… But your fragrant red rose, Jewel for my breast, lived only for a day.