that we are in our native country and we are not in our native country by the heavy compulsion of luck
that we ring our lives in our native dialect and we ring in our non-native dialect
that we are under the high domes of our patriotic faith and, persecuted, we have taken refuge under the wings of other faiths and sects
that we are on the roads leading to our homeland and we are on the roads leaving our homeland
that we see the native destroyer and we see the native salvation
To all of us
of the weak and the strong, of the depressed and of the confident, of the peasants of our one and the same house, of the proverbial and prodigal sons, of our national existence, of our national existence, and of our national human existence, of the ignorant and unknowing, of those who are wrapped in the glory of our personal successes, and of those who have emerged naked from the scrub of life, of the rulers and the humble, whose presence under this sun is already native existence and power.
All of us and everyone
We have come down to the square of nations and peoples, under the heavy eyes of skeptics and those who are unwilling, we raise the name of Armenia and the sincerity of our effort will sprinkle a shiver of respect on the masses of our ill-wishers and will separate the graves of friends from them and stand sovereign people on our side, and on the contrary, the weakness of our effort, the lack of our faith and dedication to our cause and our unwillingness and even by the flattery of friends, from generation to generation there will be an eternal stigma on each and every one of us, under whatever sky we may be and in whatever civil and religious dress we may be. and until the glorious events and solemn faces of our history turn away from us, because thus and only thus - our time of human life is every hour and moment the confirmation or denial of the past; let each and every one of us in our own time make the belonging of our married ancestor to us, otherwise, "David did not fight here", otherwise "Narek was not written here", otherwise we are the vagrants of an unconscious-homeless wandering tribe.
Or are we incapable of giving?
Or the blood we gave was not the blood we gave in many world wars - it was a tribute to the Caesars.
Or were our sacrifices our subjects' tributes to foreign rulers?
Or were the absolutes of our magnificent human gifts in the treasures of other times and countries - the revelation of grace in the eyes of those who rule us?
Now we are both our ruler and our subject. no one, no one else will enjoy our Honesty and Honor in front of our poor God, no one will titillate the height of each one of us, will designate our lowliness, will not mark our dedication to our work with a medal - the great witness and reward will be our Armenian home and the great accuser of us, the shortcomings of that home.
We raise a house that will be seen from all corners of the world and will be the pride of all of us, and its bright characters will shine light in all corners of the world and in the shadows they will look for Armenians, they will give them a national face and pride. His existence is to exalt the high, to elevate the fallen, to correct the lowly, to give a surname to the famous, an identity to the nameless, and a dominion to the unowned.
We have founded a Motherland, we are raising a Motherland, and we do not ask for mercy from our sympathizers, - foreigners want to sympathize and are able to sympathize, because compassion is the attitude of a gentleman towards the pitiful, - the Motherland requires our annual, daily, present-day faithful effort of all its sons. His contempt for tomorrow is our exact betrayal at this moment. In our ancient land shaken by the anthem, we raise a Fatherland, and its walls will stand stony mute to our skeptics today, and its lofty arches will ring with kind memories of those of us who put more of ourselves and less of ourselves at the base of those same arches. Good to all and everyone.