THE CHRIST-CHILD
Reading edition
By SAINT GREGORY OF NAREK
(951–1009)
The lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves;
They let roses fall when he smiles tenderly.
The tears of the Christ-child are pearls when he grieves;
The eyes of the Christ-child are deep as the sea.
Like pomegranate grains are the dimples he hath,
And clustering lilies spring up in his path.
Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.