1. O nights of joy return to us
With cheeks like shining moons, restful and serene

2. And let our mornings be blessed by your beauty
For no morning is as delightful as you are

3. I shall not forget Somayya whose brow
Was true devotion and sincerity

4. I plucked a violet on her cheek
Sweeter than any violet could be

5. Amidst meadow blooms and oleander blooms
And rustling winds and singing nightingales

6. If I forgot her the King of Khorene would forget
My hand's embrace of tender maidens