Yerevan State University Ijevan Branch


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YSU Ijevan Branch is pleased to introduce one of Armenia’s greatest poets, writer, academician, public activist Avetik Isahakyan.

Isahakyan was born in Alexandropol in 1875. He was educated at the Kevorkian seminary in Echmiadzin, and later at the University of Leipzig, where he  studied philosophy and anthropology. He started his literary as well as political careers in his early youth. 

His poems are those of love and sorrow. His best work is “Abu-Lala Mahari” (1909–1911), while his other well-known works include “Songs and Novels” and “The Mother’s Heart”. Being a romantic, Isahakyan was best known for his verse “On the Bridge of Realto” dedicated to his first love. During the Second World War of 1941-1945, he wrote patriotic poems like “Martial Call” (1941), “My Heart is at the Mountains’ Top” (1941), “To the Undying Memory of S.G. Zakyan” (1942), “The Day of the Great Victory” (1945) and many other. His creative work, filled with humanism, and a great respect to the human dignity, is deeply connected with the history and culture of the Armenian people, embracing the best traditions of the Russian and the World literature. The Russian poet Alexander Blok characterized him as a “first class poet, fresh and simple, whom one, perhaps, cannot find in Europe any more”.

Isahakyan’s works have been translated in many languages and his poems have been used as lyrics for new songs.

Here is a famous poem by Avetik Isahakyan:




 There is an old tale

 About a boy

 An only son

 Who fell in love with a lass.

 `You don’t love me,

 You never did,’ said she to him.

 `But if you do, go then

 And fetch me your mother’s heart.’

 Downcast and distraught

 The boy walked off

 And after shedding copious tears

 Came back to his love.

 The girl was angry

 When she saw him thus

 And said, `Don’t you dare come back again

 Without your mother’s heart.’

 The boy went and killed

 A mountain roe deer

 And offered its heart

 To the one he adored.

 But again she was angry

 And said, `Get out of my sight.

 I told you what I want

 Is your mother’s heart.’

 The boy went and killed

 His mother, and as he ran

 With her heart in his hand

 He slipped and fell.

 `My dear child,

 My poor child,’

 Cried the mother’s heart,

 `Did you hurt yourself?’