Alexander Pushkin. The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night.... Translated by Yuri Menis

Alexander Pushkin
The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night...

The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night;
Aragva thunders through the blackness.
I’m sorrowful and soothed; my sadness has been bright;
It’s you who fills me with this sadness,
It’s you, it’s you alone… My sorrow does remain
Unruffled, undisturbed — and nothing
Will change my doting heart that burns and loves again;
My heart won’t go on without loving!

Translated by Yuri Menis

Александр Пушкин
На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла...

На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла;
‎Шумит Арагва предо мною.
Мне грустно и легко; печаль моя светла;
‎Печаль моя полна тобою,
Тобой, одной тобой… Унынья моего
‎Ничто не мучит, не тревожит,
И сердце вновь горит и любит — оттого,
‎Что не любить оно не может.

1829

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Alexander PushkinThe hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night...

Translated by Yuri Menis

Александр ПушкинНа холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла...

Alexander Pushkin
The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night...

Александр Пушкин
На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла...