The Archer - Zahrad

It is a sharp, shining
cupid's point I aim
at your heart and draw

I have loved thee - Bedros Tourian

It was the hour of dew and light;
In heaven a conflagration cold
Of roses burned, instead of clouds;
There was a rain of pearls and gold.

The Lake of Van (1) - Raffi

Speak, O lake! why are thy waters silent?
Wilt thou not lament with luckless me?
Move, ye zephyrs, move the rippling wavelets
With this lake my tears shall mingled be.

She - Bedros Tourian

Were not the rose’s hue like that which glows

On her soft cheek, who would esteem the rose?

Love Song - Nahabed Koutchak

Thy face is like a moon that shines on earth,

Like a thick night thy clustering tresses be;

Akhtamar - Hovhannes Tumanian

Beside the laughing lake of Van

A little hamlet lies;

Each night into the waves a man

Leaps under darkened skies.

What's left - Hagop Djelalian

What’s left of the sunlit days of holidays?

Of the golden sun of a summer now complete?

The Working Girl - Daniel Varoujan

Beneath my window, as each morning dawns,

You like a wandering ghost go flitting by,

And on your beauteous virgin head there fall

Tears from my rose vine, leafless now and dry.

Song - Hovhannes Hovhanessian

How often in my life to find

Tranquillity I yearned!

Ever with visions infinite

My heart within me burned.

In the Armenian Mountains - Hovhannes Tumanian

The way was heavy and the night was dark,

And yet we survived

Both sorrow and gloom.

Through the ages we go and gaze at the stark

Steep heights of our land—

The Armenian Highlands.

Thou and I - Raffi

Would I were the lake, so blue and calm,
And thou, fair maiden, with reluctant pride,
Wouldst see thy picture, delicate and faint,
Thy sacred image, in my depths abide.

We are Brothers - Mugurditch Beshiktashlian

From glorious Nature’s myriad tongues
Though songs be breathed by lips of love,
And though the maiden’s fingers fair
Across the thrilling harp-strings rove,
Of all earth’s sounds, there is no other
So lovely as the name of brother.

Dawn - Archbishop Khorene Nar Bey de Lusignan

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below,
In the high blue ether
Clouds that shine like snow,
Lightly, brightly, softly,
Spread before thy feet,
In this tranquil season
Wait thy face to greet;
Waits in hope all nature,
O Aurora sweet!

Spring - Mugurditch Beshiktashlian

How cool and sweet, O breeze of morn,
Thou stirrest in the air,
Caressing soft the dewy flowers,
The young girl’s clustering hair!
But not my country’s breeze thou art.
Blow past! thou canst not touch my heart.

Liberty - Mikael Ghazarian Nalbandian

When God, who is forever free,
Breathed life into my earthly frame, —
From that first day, by His free will
When I a living soul became, —
A babe upon my mother’s, breast,
Ere power of speech was given to me,
Even then I stretched my feeble arms
Forth to embrace thee, Liberty!

The exile to the swallow - Archbishop Khorene Nar Bey de Lusignan

O swallow, swallow, was it thine,
This nest, all cold and drear,
That empty in this niche I found
When first I entered here?
At sight of it mine eyes o’erflowed
With bitter teardrops, born
Of the sad thought that my nest too
Lies empty and forlorn.

Days of my childhood - Michael Ghazarian Nalbandian

Days of my childhood, like a dream
Ye fleeted, to return no more.
Ah, happy days and free from care,
Ye brought but joy in passing o’er!

Life - R. H. Lola Koundakjian

She dices the onions finely.
A construction worker, 25, falls to his death.

The Christ-child - St Gregory of Narek

The lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves;
They let roses fall when he smiles tenderly.