Armenian Legends and Poems  at sacred-texts.com
The moon peeped in beneath the eaves,
The Balance rose on high,
The fresh night-wind that stirred the leaves
Spoke to the starry sky.
Ah, gentle winds and stars of light,
Where is my love to-night?
Ye painted eyes of heaven so bright,--
Saw you my love to-night?
Day dawned,--unbolted was our door:--
The snowflakes whirled like foam,
’Tis cloud and storm, the wild winds roar
Why comes my love not home?