Sose Mouradian

Բինգյոլ - Էլեմենտ Բենդ / Bingyol - Element Band

When the green doors of Spring opened, the springs of Bingyol sang like a lyre. A caravan of camels went by in pairs and carried my true love to the fields of Bingyol.

I miss my precious love’s bright face I miss her small waist, her hair wavy like the ocean. I miss her sweet words, her sweet smell, And the dark eyes (like a deer) of that beauty of Bingyol.

Even for cold waters, my parched lips won’t open; even with layers of beautiful flowers around me, my crying eyes won’t open; My heart won’t open until I see my true love. Alas, even the beautiful springs of Bingyol won’t open my heart.

I am lost; these roads are foreign to me. These thousands of lakes, rocks, and rivers are foreign to me. I’m a drifter; I’m not familiar with these parts. Sister, tell me, which is the road to Bingyol?

AYF summer camp 2015

 Serob Aghbyur, his wife Sose, and their 2 sons, from a 1930s postcard used in charity events in the Middle East in which Sose Mayrig participated

Writing in the first line basically says who they are by name and the bottom part says Հասոյթը կը յատկացուի Այրի Տիկ. Սօսէ Ս. Աղբիւրի (Ի Աղեքսանդրիա)

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