The Enlightener's Lamp

The lamp at midnight, among the stars,
Hangs shining in the heavens,
Which the Enlightener established
In the dark skies of Armenia.

Though raised without a rope
High above Mount Aragats,
From the highest throne it
Illuminates the world afar.

And it glows through centuries,
Unquenchable in the passage of days:
The tears of the saint burn within it—
The fragrant holy oil.

The hand of man cannot reach
That immortal height,
Nor can the wind extinguish it,
The wanderer—the whirlwind of darkness.

When our wondrous land lies
Beneath endless black gloom,
When somber fear torments
The fragile hearts of men;

He who is innocent, in whom love resides,
Who is radiant with steadfast faith,
Who eagerly awaits the dawn
Of a radiant day for Armenians,

Looking to the sky, he sees
That eternal beacon hanging there,
Like the eye of the Lord, from on high
Gazing down upon the earth!

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