Let me tell you a story of my life
A sad story of my past...

I just ran away
From the orphanage my mother left me...

Yesterday, when in slumber light and chill,
Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay...

She was alone. I brought a gift
A rose, surpassing fair...

The centuries of bloodshed
Are past, those cruel years...

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below...

As many thoughts are in my mind
Still my smile bright and my heart so kind...

I'm an Armenian, as old as Ararat;
My shoes were wetted by the waters of the Flood...

This is Long,, but please read it, It took me a...
Thank You...

When the mother, with sore travail,
To the world a man-child gives...

HAVE you seen the bright moon rising
In the heavens? Have you seen...

Soft and low a voice was heard besides me,
Near me did my mother seem...