«The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night / And the Aragva roars beneath me. / I feel so sad and free; my sorrow's bright; / It's overfilled with you, believe me, / With you, and only you... My melancholy / Is undisturbed and peaceful today, / My heart now burns anew and loves in folly...»
«Poet, though people praise you, don’t feel proud. / A minute later, people’s praise can disappear. / Hearing the verdict of a fool and laughing crowds, / You must remain unmoved, and calm and clear. You are a czar: live on your own. Wander about / Wherever boundless musings guide your w...»
«From the elation of the years that faded, / As though from drinking, I feel wearied, jaded. / But still, the sorrow of lost years — like wine, / Grows only stronger in my soul with time. / My road is gloomy. Only work and sorrow / Are promised by the raging seas of morrow. But, o my fri...»
«I can’t sleep, the light is out; / Chasing senseless dreams in gloom. / Clocks at once, inside my room, / Somewhere next to me, resound. / Parcae’s soft and mild chatter, / Sleeping twilight’s noisy flutter, / Life’s commotion — so insane... / Why am I to feel this pain? / ...»