From the peak of great Ararat,

Where Noah's vision found its rest,

A story written in every stone,

A sunburnt land put to the test.

Through valleys deep where rivers run,

With apricot and pomegranate sweet,

The ancient language carries on,

In every village, every street.

Oh, my home, of duduk sound,

Where rugged beauty knows no bound.

With khachkars standing tall and grey,

You call my heart, you light my way.

From dust and sorrow, you arise,

Under vast and open skies.

Armenia, strong and free,

My land of stone and light is thee.