Bowed down with grief o’erpoweringly?
Oh my Araxes, flow serene;—
Tell me, hast thou my sweet love seen?
My heart’s desire is unfulfilled;—
Arax, hast thou more happy been?
Mount Ararat with clouds is veiled,
My love is lost, my hope has failed.
For pity’s sake an answer give
To my sad heart with grief assailed.
I sob and weep the livelong night;