She smiled at me, the Nairian girl with slim waist,
The Nairian girl –gloomy-eyed and modest,
So bright was the face of the mountain-born,
The glance so blazing and artless.
And my Nairian sun as if glared also
In the northern faraways and colds,
As if in my field bloomed a flickering rose,
And my drunken soul can’t keep mum,
And my heart can’t but chant
The unsullied fire that smiled to me afar,
Such is the sun that glimmers
In my Nairian world so high.
Transeled by Arevik Simonayn
