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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
I likened it to my sister-spouse’s dress<br />
My sheep were standing on Shirak’s crest,<br />
The wind was blowing straight back at me,<br />
A butterfly came from the land of the souls,<br />
Its body bright with splashes of red.<br />
It was heading north toward Pshavi,<br />
I followed its flight with my eyes;<br />
I would have watched it even longer<br />
But the wind did not let me.<br />
Its color reminded me of her dress,<br />
My sister-spouse — O God, save me from this!<br />
Go now, and bring her a message:<br />
My sheep are doing well.<br />
Day or night<br />
Which is better, day or night?<br />
People, I am asking you.<br />
The night of course is very good<br />
But day will outdo night in brightness.<br />
It brings light to all the land;<br />
When the sun climbs in the sky,<br />
The cattle and the sheep spread out;<br />
In mountains above and meadows below,<br />
It dries up the morning dew,<br />
In the cornfield the quail greets it.<br />
But yet, if there would be no night,<br />
May God save us from such a thing!<br />
When the dark of night has come<br />
A woman rejoices in her heart.<br />
She longs to see her “brother-spouse,”<br />
It would be hard to keep her away.<br />
The lad as well, full of eagerness,<br />
Cannot take time to eat his meal.<br />
He goes and readies the bed for her,<br />
Lays the sheets, fluffs up the straw.<br />
Heart is working its magic on heart;<br />
At the same time, he is thinking<br />
“Could it be, she will not come,<br />
Or that something has gone awry?”<br />
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