Armenians Wretched exiles, rare survivors Of a brave and martyr race Children of a captive mother Heroes with no resting place. Far from home in squalid hovels Sick and pale from lack of sleep. See them drink to drown their sorrows Hear them sing and, singing, weep! Drink… For drunkeness erases Former troubles, present woes Bitter memories effaces Gives a broken heart repose. Heads grow heavier,a mother's Look of anguish disappears And a son's appeal is smothered For the mind no longer hears. By a wolf-pack harried, frightened See them scatter everywhere As the ruthless, bloody tyrant Waves his sabre in the air! They have left their country bleeding And paternal homes ablaze. Only taverns offer welcome To these wretched emigres. Here they sing… Wild songs, for savage Injuries erode their hearts Bitter thoughts their senses ravage Every tear is hot and smarts… Hearts are brimming full of malice Rage cool judgement has dispersed Bloodshot eyes dart thunder-flashes Angry souls for vengeance thirst. Winter winds intone a descant Terrifying they swirl Whirl and lift the song rebellious Carry it across the world. Fouler still the sky is seething Chillier the frowning night Ever louder the Armenians Sing, the storm attains its height… Thus they drink and sing…Survivors Of a brave and martyr race. Children of a captive mother Heroes with no resting place. Far from home, barefoot and ragged In the slum squalor, shorn of sleep See them drink to ease the agony Hear them sing and, singing, weep! Forlorn exiles, uncommon fighters A martyr nation- daring and brave. Children of an anxious Mother Unseen heroes- turned into slaves. Far from home in foreign land, in squalid hovel ailing and pale, they drink, with hearts full of pain, hear them sing and spread their wail. Drink… and drunkenness effaces Former sorrows, present woes Pouring wine memories erases Broken souls will find repose. They feel heads havier A look of Mother's throe disappears Wait for solace,it's already near The maurnful cry nobody hears. As a hounded drove by a starving beast See them scattered all over the world A raving oppressor, unmerciful fierce Thirst for bloodshed at the point of the sword. Compelled to leave their bloodstained Homeland And so left their oun homes,burning in flames Roving and outcast in a strange land Remain in a tavern drawn anguish and blame. Irate and wild is the song they are singing Their hearts are wounded eroded by sores The venom suppresses and they all are seething Tormented and feeble pale faces in tears. Venom and rage overfill their hearts A blazing fire inside is burning their sense In the bloody mad eyes it flashes and lightens So bloodthirsty revenge seek and yearn their souls. As if winter storm sings for their sores A horrific night, the tempest swirls and rises The whirl drifts away, carries and roars The wroth rebel's song all over the place. The sinister sky grows darker and darker Not cosy and loured is the wintry night The rebels sing heatedly louder and louder And so the storm sings out with the highest might. They drink and sing, uncommon fighters A martyr nation- daring and brave. Children of an anxious Mother Unseen heroes- turned into slaves. Far from home naked and barefoot In squalid hovel - so far away See them drink to drawn their sorrow Hear them sing and spread their wail. By Peyo Yavorov (Bulgarian poet and revolutionary) One of his most beautiful poems (he has many) and a favorite of mine. May the Lord bless and protect ancient Armenia - the first officially Christian nation. With deep respect from Bulgaria.
So many parallels in the story of the people of Armenia and the story of the Church. The faith they profess, along with their nation, has been subject to so much pain and martyrdom that is staggers our minds. May God bless this nation and His Church!
Love from your Christian brothers in Colombia. Even here, so far away, we know of your suffering and the injustice committed against you. We pray for you. ❤✝️☦️
@@LemonDropYumSí, pero el imperio romano adoptó *oficialmente* la religión cristiana en el 380, después del rey de Cilicia armenia. El cristianismo comenzó en el imperio romano, claro que sí las primeras comunidades cristianas existieron unos siglos antes de 380
I really enjoy seeing these manuscript pages, especially with Jesus being baptized and standing on the snake or representation of Satan, with the holy Dove descending upon him. I really like the chant, too. It is uplifting.
