Author of quotes: Khachatur Kecharetsi

I, a mortal, made from dust,
Of the four elements of the earth,
In the darkness I walked, trembling with fear,
Tears flowed from my eyes.
Someone flame burned I
And he suffered, was burned to the ground.
And evil someone has caused me,
Suffering from human evil.
My spirit was a flame no lie,
But a thing I the dead of darkness,
I knew the honor, but became insignificant
For my recklessness.
Was a spring of water sweet,
The sin I myself stirred up.
Shone I was the brightest star -
Your light I was in a hurry to repay.
About Khachatur NAPs shameful
Your last hour is a foregone conclusion.
Life is the snow on the mountain slope,
The coming spring will melt it.
Your dream frightens you, ending,
It leads into the abyss, but not upwards.
Pay, sigh, saying: "Repent!"
From the sinful sleep Wake up!

The Lord said my witness:
Everything in the world is vanity and lies.
Only sorrow you will find in this world,
And in the coffin, only a shroud carry away.
In your effort of little use,
The price of your efforts come to nothing,
And that's all you shortly
Before the end of his understand.
Always joyous blithely
The boy on the tree similar
But the flowering is not forever,
But the leaves will turn yellow entirely.
Winter will come and will get worse.
Naked, you tremble from the cold.
Spring is a shame your finds
Great shame will survive!
I too am a prisoner of fallacies,
And I have no charges
Do not make the condemnation
My heart is not the knife plunges.
My eyes were dim, and there is no salvation,
No I, the patient, cure.
I hear of the death of approximation
She throws me the creeps.

Mortal body reproached the soul:
The body, mourning, spoken soul:
"Sinful - temptations all you know
This world where Holiness is not enough.
You've ruined me sins
Have warhola in unquenchable flame.
You're in hell, not avoiding fire,
Going to be tormented and to torment me."
The body said: "Come, soul,
I was in the service, and you're a lady.
False, wrong I don't judge
Bloody wounds do not reopen.
Horse I and you rode me
Driven wherever you got the horse.
All done by your will,
In the world - I a handful of dust, not more".