Without a fatherland and without a home,
Without love and without faith,
Having lost all treasures,
I am still an offspring with no inheritance.
But as a last divine name and a last living good
It is only you, O mother, that I have in this world.
You are our entire home indeed,
You are eternal just like our past,
You are a treasure never decaying

And good tidings that keeps ringing.
You are a mystic spring of light
For our centuries abundant with life
And whose ardent fall down gave faith to my life.
Since the day I was born you were a heroic mother and a father to me.
Just like Jesus you were an entire love to me —
Unrevengeful and never ending —
O mother, I present to you my entire life
Cause I know along with my smile, you smiled
And along with my tears, you cried.
And in return as an unworthy son of yours what did I give you instead?
Nothing but terror, torture and soul-destroying bitterness.
The songs and smiles of my heart I carried them to others,
The dark clouds of my fortune, I brought home with no mercy.
And if I am still able to pass triumphantly through this world
It's because of your prayers and your spirit that keep me strong forever.
But under what sword will my hopeless dreams fall?
It will be the day when, O mother, you leave me and depart from me forever.

Translated from Armenian by Daniel Janoyan