ARMENIAN
LEGENDS AND POEMS
THE EXILE'S SONG
FOLK SONG
Belovèd one, for thy sweet sake,
By whirlwinds tossed and swayed I roam;
The stranger's accents round me wake
These burning thoughts that wander home.
No man such longings wild can bear
As in my heart forever rise.
Oh that the wind might waft me there
Where my belovèd's vineyard lies!
Oh that I were the zephyr fleet,
That bends her vines and roses sweet.
For I am piteous and forlorn.
As is the bird that haunts the night;
Who inconsolably doth mourn
Whene'er his rose is from his sight.
O'er earth and ocean, everywhere
I gaze in vain, with weary eyes.
Oh that the wind might waft me there
Where my beloved's vineyard lies!
Oh that I were the zephyr fleet
That bends her vines and roses sweet.
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