One of his original songs, which is one of the most enduring images of our culture, had this second quatrain: "Dressed in a straw-scented cloak in the mud, Ninja entered the earned summer day." It was neither a very good nor a bad quatrain, it did not contain the "sesame" charm of the opening of the poetic palace, but it did not prevent the resurrection of the image of the Armenian-Christian superdestination, that thousand-year-old family-state. To Sahyan, all the words were Sahyan, especially the capricious image of "summer earned day" was uniquely found, the quatrain could live in Tagore's epic poem "The day darkened" without being hindered, but also be a tabernacle for a departure from the epic group pictures that have been imagined once and for all and look from the many pages of the great journal of Sahyan. But the mantle of the rustic summer took on a tinge of straw or apricot from the sunset sky and the heather, and in subsequent editions the quatrain was omitted.
Is this a private case and a mandatory mastery question? yes, mastery, that Sahyan's entire beautiful work is driven by one and the same main goal: to be satisfied with the discovery of people's inner light and warmth, to worship that fire, rather than to turn as an enlightener among people who are no less enlightened than you.
Among our Armenians and Armenians, Sahyan's spirit was never alien to festive splendor, party theater, tamasha, black inside and red outside, and making crying laugh in friendship, but the fact is that our spirit, which "sees everything supernatural", always and everywhere seeks and creates harmony, is much more inclined to soften laughter with laughter and tears with a smile. "to give our pain to the south wind", to do forty years of penance as many days and as many days as forty hours. And those who sent Sahyan to Armenian folk art, the Armenian man, the Armenian home, the Armenian world, whose delegate is Sahyan in this great concert of the world, asked them to tell about themselves without adding or subtracting, decreasing, but sometimes adding, sometimes dazzling, to tell in their own language, in humble Armenian.
His poetry, which talks about true things in their own words and shakes off those words and makes them work for the entire Armenian language and turns those things into new characters for the entire nation, that deep drama of marbled colors, muted voices, wordless beauties, speechless suffering, which is much more about what is silent in every creature of God, that poetry is one of the most serious researches of our human nature. is one of the truest interpretations of our soul's diary and, as such, is partially validated by other facts of the cultural world and every day of our people's life.
Sahyan's Armenian is very similar to the nameless Armenian described by Xenophon, who welcomes the retreating soldier and gives his son a guide, and they silently carry that Armenian's baby away, it is very similar to our national song and stone throwers.
The people of Sahyan were aggravated just yesterday. The direction of the four-pronged attack of the similarly enraged armies pointed to Sahyan's native house, and the poet crossed himself and crossed himself forever to that most precious place. The image of the homeland, the homeland seemed to be a transient sensibility aggravated by the war and the anguish of loss, it turned out that all hostile arrows have always been and will be directed at the native home, that our Armenian language does not recognize an evil curse from the curse "your home will be destroyed", that the only thing that keeps a person a sovereign person is the native home, the destruction of which for Sahyan is the destruction of a person in general, and a soldier refugee In the decades, the memories and longings grew into a demand for a man-monument standing in the native land and in the native land.
Not being captured by any name and definition, combining the glorious names and magnificent definitions with his national experience and the creed of the Armenian poet, Sahyan made himself a teacher and an ancestor among the few for whom the inviolable identity of a person is the greatest of ideas, and will become a teacher and an ancestor for many, because time, however, works with the same motto.