I loved the rose without thorns... Poem by Komitas I loved the rose without thorns, I saw a white rose without thorns, Pressed it to my breast as ornament, Alas, it had no perfume, My heart was torn asunder: I saw a red rose covered with thorns, Woe is me, it pierced my hand, Blood flowed from the rose evermore, Its powerful scent consumed my senses: Photo: Painting of Komitas Vardap