190
ARMENIAN POEMS.
NEW SPRING.
Hovhannes Hovhannesian, teacher and writer, was born in 1864 at Vagharshabad, near Etchmiadzin. He is a graduate of the University of Moscow.
WHERE art thou coming, Springtime sweet?
Thou com’st in vain, O Spring!
No one is left to wait for thee,
No one thy praise to sing.
Thou com’st in vain, O Spring!
No one is left to wait for thee,
No one thy praise to sing.
Deep darkness has enwrapped the world;
To mount and valley cling
Red stains of blood; this year brought woe.
Where art thou coming, Spring?
To mount and valley cling
Red stains of blood; this year brought woe.
Where art thou coming, Spring?
The nightingale may sing to thee;
Who else, where all are slain,
Is left to smile? What heart can stir?
O Spring, thou com’st in vain!
Who else, where all are slain,
Is left to smile? What heart can stir?
O Spring, thou com’st in vain!
The nightingale has come, but found
No rose with silken leaf.
Here is the flower-bed, but no flower.
Who else is free from grief?
No rose with silken leaf.
Here is the flower-bed, but no flower.
Who else is free from grief?
