NOTE: 61

The sky clouded over, the wind rose, The water froze upon the surface of the sea. I struck with the oar, whatever I did, The boat would not turn back from [its] place. I am Arshak of Gulabi, Night [and] day I stayed upon the sea; Carry word to my Salat, There was no remedy, I sat [and] wept. It came from God, what [manner of] thing is this? I cannot endure this pain; Carry word to my Nikol, That he may deliver me from this dire strait. Blizzard and mist [fill] my ravines, Black have my days become; Alas for a brave lad like me, My garments remained [folded] in the bundle.