Lullaby

February 25, 1998

Sweet sleeping child, you glow with the light

of sun beams, sun rays, and the sunrise.

You are gems of dew unshed as yet,

tears of joy, still in the eyes.

You are snowdrops, snowflower, and snow-white.

You are heaven's fire, glowing out of sight,

moonlight, starlight, and pure light. You

are clean and new. (And also wet!)

* Translated from Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian.