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I love the sun-backed taste of Armenian words,

the lilt of our ancient lutes in sweet laments,

our blood-red, fragrant roses bending

as in Nayirian dances, danced still by our girls.

I love the deep night sky, our lakes of light,

the winter winds that howl like dragons exhaling fire.

The meanest huts with blackened walls are dear to me;

each of the thousand year old city stones.

Wherever I go, I take our mournful music,

our steel forged letters turned to prayers.

However, sharp my wounds or drained of blood

or orphaned, my yearning heart turns there with love.

There is no brow, no mind, like Narek's, Koutchak's,

No mountain peak like Ararat's.

Search the world there is no crest so white, so holy.

So like an unreached road to glory, Masis mountain that I love.