'Where are you my most sweet mother ? Your motherly love do I seek fervently. My eyes are full of bitter tears, I have nobody to wipe them off. They spat on me, beat me, slapped my face, and crowned me with a crown of thorns. I asked for a drink of water, but the wicked gave me vinegar instead. Inform my mother, which I love with all my heart. Where are you, my beloved mother ? Please come and quench my thirst. '
'Oor es mayr eem kaghtsur yev anoush, ser dznogheet zees ayreh. Lutsan ack eem tarun ardasvok, voch zok ouneem vor srpeh. Tchour khntretsee, katsakh arpee hanoreenats tseraneh.'