LIKE AN OCEAN IS THIS WORLDByHOVHANNES ERZINGATZI(Born1260)Like an ocean is this world;None undrenched may cross that ocean.My ship too its sails unfurled,Ere I knew it was in motion.Now we draw towards the land,And I fear the sea-board yonder:—Lest the rocks upon the strandBreak and tear our planks asunder.I will pray God that He raiseFrom the shore a breeze to meet us,—To disperse this gloomy haze,That a happy land may greet us.
LIKE AN OCEAN IS THIS WORLDByHOVHANNES ERZINGATZI(Born1260)Like an ocean is this world;None undrenched may cross that ocean.My ship too its sails unfurled,Ere I knew it was in motion.Now we draw towards the land,And I fear the sea-board yonder:—Lest the rocks upon the strandBreak and tear our planks asunder.I will pray God that He raiseFrom the shore a breeze to meet us,—To disperse this gloomy haze,That a happy land may greet us.
LIKE AN OCEAN IS THIS WORLD
ByHOVHANNES ERZINGATZI(Born1260)Like an ocean is this world;None undrenched may cross that ocean.My ship too its sails unfurled,Ere I knew it was in motion.Now we draw towards the land,And I fear the sea-board yonder:—Lest the rocks upon the strandBreak and tear our planks asunder.I will pray God that He raiseFrom the shore a breeze to meet us,—To disperse this gloomy haze,That a happy land may greet us.
ByHOVHANNES ERZINGATZI
(Born1260)
Like an ocean is this world;None undrenched may cross that ocean.My ship too its sails unfurled,Ere I knew it was in motion.Now we draw towards the land,And I fear the sea-board yonder:—Lest the rocks upon the strandBreak and tear our planks asunder.I will pray God that He raiseFrom the shore a breeze to meet us,—To disperse this gloomy haze,That a happy land may greet us.
Like an ocean is this world;None undrenched may cross that ocean.My ship too its sails unfurled,Ere I knew it was in motion.
Like an ocean is this world;
None undrenched may cross that ocean.
My ship too its sails unfurled,
Ere I knew it was in motion.
Now we draw towards the land,And I fear the sea-board yonder:—Lest the rocks upon the strandBreak and tear our planks asunder.
Now we draw towards the land,
And I fear the sea-board yonder:—
Lest the rocks upon the strand
Break and tear our planks asunder.
I will pray God that He raiseFrom the shore a breeze to meet us,—To disperse this gloomy haze,That a happy land may greet us.
I will pray God that He raise
From the shore a breeze to meet us,—
To disperse this gloomy haze,
That a happy land may greet us.