Ye Mountain Bluebells

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

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YE MOUNTAIN BLUEBELLS

BY AVETIS ISAHAKIAN

YE mountain bluebells, weep with me,
     And flowers in coloured crowds;
Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,
     Cool winds dropped from the clouds.

All dark around the earth and sky,
     All lonely here I mourn.
My love is gone,--light of my eye;
     I sob and weep forlorn.

Alas, no more he cares for me--
     He left me unconsoled;
He pierced my heart, then cruelly
     Left me in pain untold.

Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me,
     And flowers in coloured crowds;
Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,--
     Cool winds dropped from the clouds.