Fly, my book…fly all
over the world
where there’s an Armenian – confused and
downcast,
become a beacon and spread your
light,
burn a ray of hope in
their hearts.
Lighten their ways, and make them
return to the native land…
Let them sprout and blossom
in the motherland
let them strongly settle down
there.
Fly, my book… fly and tell the
world
about the dead Armenians in Der-Zor*,
and take off the mask of
the pogrom Turk,
let the people know that barbarian.
Fly, my book…and break all the chains,
melt the frozen hearts of people,
wake the men up from deep
drowsiness
and remind them about conscience…
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*Der-Zor - The name of the Arabian desert where
Armenians were killed by Turks
during
the Genocide, in 1915 (translator’s
note)