- Poet as a Youth: In this healthy and beautiful life my share has been nothing but suffering. Why has it been given to me?
- Poet in the cloister: My brain is all delusional; oh, may my enemy, too, be like in misery
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- Poet in the cloister: I am.
- [English subtitles to Armenian voiceover]
- Poet in the cloister: My life is all yours; how can I help it, my love?
- [English subtitles of Armenian voiceover]
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