Song of the Van Mother
I WILL not rock you, little boy, that sleep your soul may bind;
Your brothers have arisen; you only stay behind.
Awake from sleep, my darling! From the West hath shone the sun.
Awake! The happy fortune of Armenia has begun.
Lo, it is fallen, dashed to bits, the Sultan's golden throne!
From under it the liberty of many lands hath shone.
Now he who speedily shall rise shall find his liberty:
Will my fair son alone remain fast bound in slavery?
We have implored the Sultan with mourning and with cries;
We washed his hands, we washed his feet, with salt tears from our eyes.
He would not heed our piteous prayers, our sad, beseeching words;
Now let us see if he will heed the clashing of our swords!
My darling, let me from thine arms unbind the swaddling band,
And lay a sword of steel within that weak and tender hand!
Go to the bloody battlefield, O slave, and come back freed!
O Lord, our God, wilt thou one day unto our prayer give heed?
Your brothers have arisen; you only stay behind.
Awake from sleep, my darling! From the West hath shone the sun.
Awake! The happy fortune of Armenia has begun.
Lo, it is fallen, dashed to bits, the Sultan's golden throne!
From under it the liberty of many lands hath shone.
Now he who speedily shall rise shall find his liberty:
Will my fair son alone remain fast bound in slavery?
We have implored the Sultan with mourning and with cries;
We washed his hands, we washed his feet, with salt tears from our eyes.
He would not heed our piteous prayers, our sad, beseeching words;
Now let us see if he will heed the clashing of our swords!
My darling, let me from thine arms unbind the swaddling band,
And lay a sword of steel within that weak and tender hand!
Go to the bloody battlefield, O slave, and come back freed!
O Lord, our God, wilt thou one day unto our prayer give heed?
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