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Armenian Literature
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THE WOE OF ARAXESMeditating by Araxes, Pacing slowly to and fro, Sought I traces of the grandeurHidden by her turgid flow. Turgid are thy waters, Mother, As they beat upon the shore.Do they offer lamentationsFor Armenia evermore?...But where, now, are all my people?Far in exile, homeless, lorn.While in widow's weeds and hopeless, Weeping, sit I here and mourn. Hear now! while my sons are absentAge-long fast I still shall keep;Till my children gain deliverance, Here I watch and pray and weep." S…
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  • Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, softcover
  • Language: English
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THE WOE OF ARAXES

Meditating by Araxes,

Pacing slowly to and fro,

Sought I traces of the grandeur

Hidden by her turgid flow.

Turgid are thy waters, Mother,

As they beat upon the shore.

Do they offer lamentations

For Armenia evermore?

.

.

.

But where, now, are all my people?

Far in exile, homeless, lorn.

While in widow's weeds and hopeless,

Weeping, sit I here and mourn.

Hear now! while my sons are absent

Age-long fast I still shall keep;

Till my children gain deliverance,

Here I watch and pray and weep."

Silent, then, the mighty Mother

Let her swelling tides go free.

And in mournful meditation

Slowly wandered to the sea.

Raphael Patkanian

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  • Publisher:
  • ISBN-10: 1618952714
  • ISBN-13: 9781618952714
  • Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, softcover
  • Language: English English

THE WOE OF ARAXES

Meditating by Araxes,

Pacing slowly to and fro,

Sought I traces of the grandeur

Hidden by her turgid flow.

Turgid are thy waters, Mother,

As they beat upon the shore.

Do they offer lamentations

For Armenia evermore?

.

.

.

But where, now, are all my people?

Far in exile, homeless, lorn.

While in widow's weeds and hopeless,

Weeping, sit I here and mourn.

Hear now! while my sons are absent

Age-long fast I still shall keep;

Till my children gain deliverance,

Here I watch and pray and weep."

Silent, then, the mighty Mother

Let her swelling tides go free.

And in mournful meditation

Slowly wandered to the sea.

Raphael Patkanian

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