Armenian Legends and Poems  at sacred-texts.com
The fountain murmured like an endless tale
On her entrancing lips; and it would seem
As if God spake within the silent vale,
And sleeping Earth were listening, in a dream.
Like blackened clouds, in Jorokh's stream arise
Those rocks that through her savage waters pierce;
Like dragons twain, they glare with threatening eyes,
Facing each other, arrogant and fierce.
Wild Jorokh through that fearsome valley flows--
Flows like a caravan that onward sweeps;
First roaring loud, then hushed into repose,
Groping its way through darkness, on it creeps.
The sounds of Earth are melted into rest,
While strikes the hour of expectation deep;
Earth's waters heave, against each other pressed,
And breathless listening, all their vigils keep.
Decked out like lovely brides stand all the flowers;
With nuptial joy the forests trembling wait:
Until Heaven's blessing fall in sacred showers,
And whispering softly, each may clasp its mate.
73:1 The Eve of Ascension Day is the time when betrothals are arranged and destinies decided.