I am going to leave thee;
The dark visitant calls me and will not wait.
Death comes to clasp me in his skeleton arms;
Our love is cut down like the flowers of the field.
‘Vartan, Vartan, leave me not!
I will claim thee from my rival
Or die with thee!’
She clasps him with rapture;
She covers his face with kisses;
She wails out her love like a hyena.