The Vision

O miracle, O immaterial fire of faith,
O astoundingly acting might,
O fiery talisman, O unsolvable mystery,
There, a Seraphim in Mesrob's sleep,
With his light-drawing right hand,
For an instant, upon the wall of the monastery
Wrote the letters of the Armenian Alphabet...
Suddenly, the Saint, moved by his great Vision,
Like a dead man jumping on his feet,
With the feather pen and the tablet in his hand,
Weeping under the miracle,
Infinitely kneeled in front of the wall...