Songs

Yerp bats’ eghan garnan kanach drnəre,
When the green doors of Spring opened
K’nar daran aghbyurnəre Bingyoli,
The springs of Bingyol sang like a lyre
Sharvesharan ants’an zugvats’ ughtəre,
A caravan of camels went by in pairs
Yars el gnats’ yaylalnəre Bingyoli.
And carried my true love to the fields of Bingyol.

Angin yaris luys yeresin karot em,
I miss my precious love’s bright face
Nazuk mejk’in tsov–tsamerin karot em,
I miss her small waist, her hair wavy like the ocean
K’aghtsr lezvin anush hotin karot em,
I miss her sweet words, her sweet smell,
Sev ach’kerov en yeghnikin Bingyoli.
And the dark eyes (like a deer) of that beauty of Bingyol.

Molorvel em, champ’anerin tsanot ch’em,
I am lost, these roads are foreign to me
Byur lcherin, get u karin tsanot ch’em,
These thousands of lakes, rocks, and rivers are
Yes pandukht em, yes tegherin tsanot ch’em,
foreign to me
K’uyrik asa, vorne champ’an Bingyoli.
I’m a drifter, I’m not familiar with these parts