Thy face is like a moon that shines on earth,
Apples of paradise thy temples are,
And thy deep eyes were lent thee by the sea.
Thou hast arched brows and dark, dark eyes, my love;
Peerless art thou among earth’s countless girls.
Thine eyelashes are arrows to my heart;
Thy mouth is a moist tulip, full of pearls.
Nahabed Koutchak (died 1592) Armenia
Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell
Source: Armenian House
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