In the Armenian Mountains

The way was heavy and the night was dark, And yet we survived Both sorrow and gloom. Through the ages we go and gaze at the stark Steep heights of our land- The Armenian Highlands. We carry from old our treasure, Vast as the sea, Brought into life By the great soul of our people, In our lofty land- The Armenian Highlands. How many times The savage hordes From the blazing desert Tore and tormented Our caravan In our blood-smeared land- The Armenian Highlands. Yet, plundered and scattered, Our caravan Sought its way out From among the rocks Counting the scars of its countless wounds In our mournful land- The Armenian Highlands. And we gaze with dolorous, longing eyes At the earth in its gloom, At the distant stars; Ah, when will the dawn break at last Over our green Armenian Highlands.