Armenian Legends and Poems  at sacred-texts.com
Ye shining angel hosts, descend:
On Ararat's white summit pause;
Let God Himself the heavens rend,
To come and judge our cause.
Fly, clouds, from Shavarshan away,
Pour not on it your gentle rain:--
’Tis drenched with streams of blood to-day
Shed by our brave ones slain.
Henceforth the rose and asphodel
No more shall on our plains appear;
But in the land where Vartan fell
Shall Faith her blossoms rear.
Fit monument to Vartan's name,
Mount Ararat soars to the sky.
And Cross-crowned convents tell his fame,
And churches vast and high.
Bright sun, pierce with thy rays the gloom,
Where Khaghdik's crags thy light repel,
There lies our brave Hmayag's tomb,--
There, where he martyred fell.
And, moon, thy sleepless vigil keep
O’er our Armenian martyrs' bones;
With the soft dews of Maytime steep
Their nameless funeral stones.
Armenia's Stork, our summer guest,
And all ye hawks and eagles, come,
Watch o’er this land--’tis our bequest--
We leave to you our home.
About the ashes hover still,
Your nests among the ruins make;
And, swallows, come and go until
Spring for Armenia break!