Cause of all war,
Purpose of battle,
The one on whom all stories rely,
The good ending to the tale,
The elixir of suffering,
Armenian women,
Do not flee to other lands
Where I cannot follow,
For if I do I will be surrounded as a lion amidst snakes and herds of hundreds of hyenas,
My crown is here set,
Upon this land that is my throne,
Do not flee to distant lands to make love to the Turkish man.
For I will not follow thee
where I as an eagle may not see
and as a lion in a desert may not be able to breathe,
I will stay here and remain till you come back to me.
For time spanning centuries, a thousand and thousands more,
Faithful and loyal have you been, immovable,
Yet now tempted as Eve,
To leave her husband promised that by God and angels had her to be.
Here is the fruit you seek found beneath a tree,
The greatest one of all that I have come to be.
Do not leave this holy land finding fruit from another,
And do not flee from here,
my father’s land, Armenia,
Where beneath and beside this mountain we came to believe,
Yet remain committed to me.
And now, I speak for a holy nation
whose women with a sword I do call
to return that you may believe and not thereafter to leave as did Eve.