Alexander Pushkin. The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night.... Translated by Andrey Kneller

On hills of Georgia lies the covering of night..., by Genia Gurarie
On hills of Georgia lies the covering of night; / Aragva streams in front of me. / Such sadness and such ease; my melancholy...
On the hills of Georgia lies the darkness of the night..., by Dimitri Derkatch
On the hills of Georgia lies the darkness of the night, / Aragva murmurs underneath. / I'm sad, yet light, my sorrow's brigh...
On the hills of Georgia, darkness..., by A. S. Kline
On the hills of Georgia, darkness / I hear Aragva’s roar, / light and sad, my grief transparent; / my melancholy filled ...
Over the Georgian hills the night her mantle throws..., by Vivian de Sola Pinto
Over the Georgian hills the night her mantle throws; / Softly the river sings to me. / And gently too my sorrow wraps ...
The dark of night is lying on the Georgian hills..., by Rupert Moreton
The dark of night is lying on the Georgian hills; / Before me churns Aragva’s chatter. / I’m sad and languid; mela...
The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night..., by Yuri Menis
The hills of Georgia are engulfed by shades of night; / Aragva thunders through the blackness. / I’m sorrowful and soothe...
Upon the hills of Georgia lies the haze of night..., by Irina Zheleznova
Upon the hills of Georgia lies the haze of night... / Below, Aragva foams... The sadness / That fills the void of fais is, ...

Alexander Pushkin
The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night...