Armenian Legends and Poems: The Little Lake

Or are thy waters calm and still
Admiring the blue sky,
Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam,
Are drifting softly by?

Sad little lake, let us be friends!
I too am desolate;
I too would fain, beneath the sky,
In silence meditate.

As many thoughts are in my mind
As wavelets o’er thee roam;
As many wounds are in my heart
As thou hast flakes of foam.

But if heaven's constellations all
Should drop into thy breast,
Thou still wouldst not be like my soul,--
A flame-sea without rest.

There, when the air and thou are calm;
The clouds let fall no showers;
The stars that rise there do not set,
And fadeless are the flowers.