The Apple Tree

Armenian Legends and Poems [1916] at sacred-texts.com

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THE APPLE TREE

FOLK SONG

     THE door of Heaven open seemed
     And in thy house the sunlight gleamed.

As through the garden's willow’d walks I hied
Full many a tree and blossom I espied.
But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fair
And beautiful did unto me appear.
It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:
"I would that God had ne’er created me!
The badge of sin and wickedness I am
E’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham. ¹
     The apple growing on me first
     From Eden came ere it was cursed,
     Alas, alas, I am undone!
     Why fell I to that evil one?"

Footnotes

3:1 The "feast of Father Abraham" means plenty.