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Beaten to death by husband and mother-in-law.

Your breasts are a snow-white cathedral,

your nipples eternal lamps.

Oh let me become your verger

and tend to your vernal lamps!

“Be off, you foolish young suitor,

my lamps to guard you’re not fit;

You’re fickle and quickly distracted:

you’d leave my cathedral unlit.”

 

Nahapet Kuchak (Sixteenth Century) A Hundred and One Hayrens

Translated by Ewald Osers

 

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