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