«…Not every man can drink it — my water is from another water…» ( Sayat-Nova, 1753)
In the Land reborn from the Ancient World through the waters of the Flood, Water is glorified today — with the worldwide resonance of its mystery…
May this life-giving liquid, endowed since time immemorial in all beliefs with the power of creating life, of sanctifying, of purifying, of protecting from evil, call to Rebirth the Land of Waters, the ancient and modern-day Nairi of our lyric poets’ dream — returning to blue-eyed Sevan its primordial purity of a myriad springs…
Sprinkling water or plunging into water — with the wish for a new spiritual ascent…
