Armenian Legends and Poems  at sacred-texts.com
BY SAINT GREGORY OF NAREK
THE lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves;
They let roses fall when he smiles tenderly.
The tears of the Christ-child are pearls when he grieves;
The eyes of the Christ-child are deep as the sea.
Like pomegranate grains are the dimples he hath,
And clustering lilies spring up in his path.
Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.
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