NOTE: 56

I have a husband, sickly yellow; Whoever sees [him], their gall-bladder bursts. I would take [him] by the hand and give [him] to the Grogh,* Leave [him], and go with the one who loves [me]. What shall I do about your grief [and longing]? The veil has torn from my face. I have just come from my beloved’s side; I could not get [my] fill of [his] taste and scent. In the evening I brought dried fruit, I brought a cauldron, hanging from my arm; They came [and] said: "[Thy] husband is dead," My eye weeps, [yet] my heart is joyful. *** * *Grogh*: The traditional Armenian spirit/angel of death and scribe of destiny.