Pace I set on my knees,
A journey on foot my heart sent
There I went to appease astghik.
Heaven pregnancy my eye see,
In a metallic monster.
With no time she gave birth,
As the coming of the messiah.
With simplicity we've gone for care,
All day gone awaiting her abode,
To make sacrifice for wrong done,
In a trouser like a dreaming swimming boy.
Will my incense ascend to her like the Abel of old?
Yes it will for in her tenderness do abound.
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