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Girl, you are fire [and] flame, I am thirsty, you are water. This night of Hambardzum [Ascension Day] I shall seek you, where are you? I have rolled the apple, I have strayed from the road. For three years continuously I have grown used to you. Like the cloud-radiant moon You wander about singing songs. My pact is with you, When will you give your pact? Let me take the saz in my hand [and] tune it, [And] come kneel at your door. If only by this device, I might pluck you from there.