Khachatur Kecharetsi. (№ 354277)

Life on earth was like the sea,
Me to swim was not given.
Like the sea, was grief
Dragged me to the bottom.
Love was dark as the abyss,
I was drawn into the darkness unknown,
And my flower is wonderful
Opened and withered long ago.
And death will come, do not be fooled,
My eyes are forever clouded,
My face will be sallow,
Everything becomes pitch-dark.
Carrying the vanity of earth,
Will living side,
Everyone who was with me,
Me forget still.