" The voice of a sighing heart, its sobs and mournful cries,

I offer up to you, O Seer of Secrets,

placing the fruits of my wavering mind

as a savory sacrifice on the fire of my grieving soul

to be delivered to you in the censer of my will.

Compassionate Lord, breathe in this offering and look more favorably on it than upon a more sumptuous sacrifice

offered with rich smoke.

Please find this simple string of words acceptable.

Do not turn in disdain.

May this unsolicited gift reach you, this sacrifice of words

from the deep mystery-filled chamber of my feelings,

consumed in flames fueled by whatever grace I may have within me."

(Grigor Narekatsi)