Armenian Poems/The New Generation
WHEN the mother, with sore travail,
To the world a man-child gives,
Let a sharp sword from his father
de the first gift he receives,
To the world a man-child gives,
Let a sharp sword from his father
de the first gift he receives,
As he grows, instead of playthings,
Toys for childish sport and game,
Let his father give him, rather.
A good gun, of deadly aim.
Toys for childish sport and game,
Let his father give him, rather.
A good gun, of deadly aim.
When his time is come for schooling,
Let him to the sword give heed;
Teach him first to wield his weapon;
After, let him learn to read.
Let him to the sword give heed;
Teach him first to wield his weapon;
After, let him learn to read.
Skill of reading, craft of writing,
Is a useful thing and good;
But at the examinations
Ask him first, "Canst thou shed blood?"
Is a useful thing and good;
But at the examinations
Ask him first, "Canst thou shed blood?"
Hope ye in no other manner
Poor Armenia to save.
It the beggar's part beseemeth
Independent men and brave.
Poor Armenia to save.
It the beggar's part beseemeth
Independent men and brave.