Love Song

Thy face is like a moon that shines on earth,

Like a thick night thy clustering tresses be;

Apples of paradise thy temples are,

And thy deep eyes were lent thee by the sea.

Thou hast arched brows and dark, dark eyes, my love;

Peerless art thou among earth’s countless girls.

Thine eyelashes are arrows to my heart;

Thy mouth is a moist tulip, full of pearls.

NAHABED KOUTCHAK

He was an Armenian poet, who lived in the latter part of the 15th century.

Although he wrote only love songs, he is revered as a saint, and his grave near Van is a place of pilgrimage.