From Yerevan, by taxi, we took our leave, Heading to Lake Sevan, a sight to perceive. In just an hour, a view so wondrously span, A fresh water surface, azure as it began. Beneath the lake, a moonstone rests in silent keep, Through the depths of water, its marvelous sparkle does seep. And the turquoise radiance of the water so fair, Is especially striking from the heights of the air. This "pearl" is encircled, near and far, By mountains high and low, like guardians they are. And Sevan splits into two parts so grand, Great and Small, as crafted by a volcanic hand. Into the lake, twenty-eight rivers make their way, Nourishing it through the ages, day by day. From it, the Razdan river flows on its plan, Directing its course towards Yerevan. Nearly two kilometers up in the air, The sun shines brighter, the wind stronger there. And tons of water, pure as any tear, In July-August, not so cold, they appear. In the lake's depths, trout, burbot, and whitefish reside, Their red-listed species, fishing forbidden worldwide. In the skies above, countless flocks glide and fly, Of mountain-lake's silvery seagulls, soaring high. The lake's shore is jagged, a sight to see, On the peninsula, a cliff stands so free. A path and stairs lead us on our quest, To the monastery with two churches, ancient and blessed. From the heights, views of slopes and water's grace, Unfold before us, a tranquil space. Clear air and silence, a wondeful place, On the horizon, sky and earth interlace!
