Tun Im Hayreni [English translation]

I'm longing for my fatherly home,

You're the fortress of powerful fathers,

You're the chapel of our tender mothers, fatherland,

I'm praying may God protect you.

You're the chapel of our tender mothers, fatherland,

I'm praying may God protect you.

Strangeness separate from my life,

I’m living fearless of my Armenian soul,

I’ll return and embrace you, hold on to you,

I’m afraid I won’t fulfill my longing.

I’ll return and embrace you, hold on to you,

I’m afraid I won’t fulfill my longing.

They’ve seized you, plundered you, detained you

They’ve ruined your monasteries, my fatherly home,

I’ll wash your cross stones (khachkars) with my tears,

I’m begging, call me, let me come back home.

I’ll wash your cross stones (khachkars) with my tears,

I’m begging, call me, let me come back home.

You’ve become a slave to foreigners,

Your children slaves to foreigners,

Ice has formed, hardened in your warm heart,

Your springs have become autumns.

Ice has formed, hardened in your warm heart,

Your springs have become autumns.

They’ve seized you, plundered you, detained you

They’ve ruined your monasteries, my fatherly home,

I’ll wash your cross stones (khachkars) with my tears,

I’m begging, call me, let me come back home.

I’ll wash your cross stones (khachkars) with my tears,

I’m begging, call me, let me come back home...