I was a quince-bush growing on a rock

The Song of the Homesick Armenian Girl
no author or translator issued, traditional in Armenian culture

I was a quince-bush growing on a rock.
A rocky cliff that rose above the dell.
They have uprooted and transplanted me
Unto a stranger’s orchard, there to dwell
And in this orchard they have watered me
With sugar water, that full sweetly flows
O brothers, fear me back to my soil.
And water me with water of the snows!

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