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.