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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Boy And The Brook. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)
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Down from yon distant mountain height 
  The brooklet flows through the village street; 
A boy comes forth to wash his hands, 
Washing, yes washing, there he stands, 
  In the water cool and sweet. 

Brook, from what mountain dost thou come, 
  O my brooklet cool and sweet! 
I come from yon mountain high and cold, 
Where lieth the new snow on the old, 
  And melts in the summer heat. 

Brook, to what river dost thou go? 
  O my brooklet cool and sweet! 
I go to the river there below 
Where in bunches the violets grow, 
  And sun and shadow meet. 

Brook, to what garden dost thou go? 
  O my brooklet cool and sweet! 
I go to the garden in the vale 
Where all night long the nightingale 
  Her love-song doth repeat. 

Brook, to what fountain dost thou go? 
  O my brooklet cool and sweet! 
I go to the fountain at whose brink 
The maid that loves thee comes to drink, 
And whenever she looks therein, 
I rise to meet her, and kiss her chin, 
  And my joy is then complete.
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