The sun came out from behind the dark clouds,

And the little partridge flew out

From the edge of the green forest,

It brought greetings from the flowers.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

Colorful little partridge.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

Colorful little partridge.

Your nest is weaved with flowers,

Lilies, daffodils and daisies,

And glistening with dewdrops,

You go to sleep and awaken with a song.

Yours wings are soft and spotted,

Fine beak, red feet hop,

Hop-hop on your little red feet

Minding your little ones.

Once you’ve perched on a mossy rock,

You’ll recite a hymn to the flowers

Cheering up the hills and valleys,

Giving heart to the sea of sadness.

You walk up and down, I would die for that stride of yours

I would die for that admirable mind of yours

Beloved little quail,

Wounded little quail,

Little black quail,

Dear little quail

You walk up and down, I would die for that mouth of yours

I would die for that sweet voice of yours

Beloved little quail,

Wounded little quail,

Little black quail,

Dear little quail

Tonight you have taken me away from the world, 

From the people and from human emotions; 

Tonight, O my Lord, once again affably, 

You have taken me towards the summit of the mounts. 

Exalted, ascended from human tumult, 

Peaceable we have reached the height, 

So close to the stars and each other, 

As if we have reached the gates of heaven. 

Tonight with luminous wings, O my Lord, 

You have taken me away from human sins, 

So near to heaven, to the stars and to each other, 

As if we have reached the feet of God. 

Poetry by Hovhaness Toumanian 

I have treasures, which are infinite and eternal. 

I am rich with joy. 

I am filled with kindness, talent and love. 

I was abundantly awarded from on high. 

The treasures of my priceless mine are my little heart, 

  joyful, alive and free. 

No matter how much I give away, love is endless and continuous. 

I have no fears.  Tragedies, thieves, and evil ones cannot scare me. 

I am spreading love throughout the whole world from my summit. 

I’m rich, I’m fortunate. 

Since the bright day of my birth, I won’t pass this way again. 

I’m returning the gift He gave me. 

I Veh Partzants
I veh partzants sour Siyoni trichus aryal aghavni
Shnorhalvooyn partsratsyal kah mi mertsetsi numah mah
Arik yeghpark im haygaznyan, on, maghtestsook miyapan
Bahya ov Der, ansasan uz soorp Ator Giligyan,
gets-tse, gets-tse arhaved Der Der Aram Hajrabed.
Bahya Der Der Aram Hayrabed

Pontifical Anthem (translation)
From the majestic heights of Holy Sion the dove soared
And enthroned upon the See of the Graceful one (Catholicos Nerses the Graceful).
May His Holiness not see death.
Come, O fellow Armenians
Let us implore in unison:
Keep unshaken, O Lord, the Holy See of Giligia;
Grant long life to Lord Lord Catholicos Aram I

The sun came out from behind the dark clouds,

And the little partridge flew out

From the edge of the green forest,

It brought greetings from the flowers.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

Colorful little partridge.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

Colorful little partridge.

Your nest is weaved with flowers,

Lilies, daffodils and daisies,

And glistening with dewdrops,

You go to sleep and awaken with a song.

Yours wings are soft and spotted,

Fine beak, red feet hop,

Hop-hop on your little red feet

Minding your little ones.

Once you’ve perched on a mossy rock,

You’ll recite a hymn to the flowers

Cheering up the hills and valleys,

Giving heart to the sea of sadness.

You walk up and down, I would die for that stride of yours

I would die for that admirable mind of yours

Beloved little quail,

Wounded little quail,

Little black quail,

Dear little quail

You walk up and down, I would die for that mouth of yours

I would die for that sweet voice of yours

Beloved little quail,

Wounded little quail,

Little black quail,

Dear little quail

 Poetry by Reverend Dr. Mesrob Tashjian 

Tonight you have taken me away from the world, 

From the people and from human emotions; 

Tonight, O my Lord, once again affably, 

You have taken me towards the summit of the mounts. 

Exalted, ascended from human tumult, 

Peaceable we have reached the height, 

So close to the stars and each other, 

As if we have reached the gates of heaven. 

Tonight with luminous wings, O my Lord, 

You have taken me away from human sins, 

So near to heaven, to the stars and to each other, 

As if we have reached the feet of God. 

Poetry by Hovhaness Toumanian 

I have treasures, which are infinite and eternal. 

I am rich with joy. 

I am filled with kindness, talent and love. 

I was abundantly awarded from on high. 

The treasures of my priceless mine are my little heart, 

  joyful, alive and free. 

No matter how much I give away, love is endless and continuous. 

I have no fears.  Tragedies, thieves, and evil ones cannot scare me. 

I am spreading love throughout the whole world from my summit. 

I’m rich, I’m fortunate. 

Since the bright day of my birth, I won’t pass this way again. 

I’m returning the gift He gave me.