On the ancient peaks of Ararat
The century has come like a second,
And passed on.
The swords of innumerable lightenings
Have descended upon its diamond crest,
And passed on.
The eyes of generations dreading death
Have touched its luminous summit,
And passed on.
The turn is now yours for a moment.
You, too, look at its lofty brow,
And pass on…

— Avetik Isahakyan
(from Family of Shadows by Garin Hovannisian)