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A stranger, I went to Kars, To a strange place I went as a bride. Dear mother! [Mayrik jan] From childhood I saw no [happy] days, A mother-in-law-less bride I remained. Dear mother! A stranger am I, my bed is stone, Life as a stranger is hard. For God’s love, say nothing [against me], Oh, how helpless is the stranger! I am a stranger—there is no water, On the mountains there is no spring. I fear I may die a stranger, [And] neither mother nor sister will come over me. Black am I, a bird in mourning, A bird with yellow wings am I. Do not release me, [let me] fly, I am a bird accustomed to the flock.