Never has he seemed to her more beautiful.
His face is marble white; his hair ebony black.
She throws herself upon his neck,
Trying in vain to restore warmth by her kisses.
Slowly resuscitated by love,
The Mamigonian rises.
His eyes are filled with the terror of the Beyond;
But his lips murmur:
‘Shnorig, my well-beloved,
Shnorig, my sweet bride,