(From Silva Kaputikyan)
They bottomless - deeps of the love of each mother,
Therefore this love's highly praised.
But, a she-bear loves her children, rather, ―
Her silly and clumsy cubs.
Bright is the loving hearts' clear fire,
And sore is the parting wind.
But he-dove, too, falls in sadness, entire,
Losing his girl-friend behind.