Pomegranate Tea

Dedicated to my ancestors, the victims of the genocide, and the holly mount of Ararat. “I sigh not, while thou art my soul ! Fair one, thou art to me A golden cup, with water filled of immortality. I sit me down, that over me may fall thy shadow, sweet; Thou art a gold-embroidered tent to shield me from the heat. First hear my fault, and, if thou wilt, then slay this erring man; Thou hast all power; to me thou art the Sultan and the Khan.” Sayat Nova’s Love Song