NOTE: 590

48.

I am Aghek from Chamrli, a youth, O [my] dear Khanum Eva! They seized [me and] took [me] from here all the way to Yerevan. Fare thee well, [While] I go weeping, Weeping, mourning, With the nomad-train and baggage, Wandering the mountains; Weeping, mourning, With the nomad-train and baggage, Wandering the mountains. They bound my hands and feet [and] put [me] in the fortress, Weeping, they brought [my] *chukha* and trousers home. O days, sweet spring days, Ah, where have you vanished? O days, sweet spring days, Ah, where have you vanished? I came forth from the fortress, I beheld Alagyaz, The created world is like paradise; [Yet] Aparan has turned to mist before my eyes,— My life and sun have turned to misery.