Swamps and marshland sodden,
Heaven а cloth of blue,
Pinewoods that are throbbing
With а golden hue.
Tomtits through the foliage
Flit with other birds,
Of the calls of mowers
Dream the shady firs.
Creaking through the meadow
Goes а country cart —
Wooden wheels а heady
Linden scent impart.
Willows hear their branches
Whistle in the breeze...
Country long abandoned,
Where my heart's at ease!..
Топи да болота,
Синий плат небес.
Хвойной позолотой
Вззвенивает лес.
Тенькает синица
Меж лесных кудрей,
Темным елям снится
Гомон косарей.
По лугу со скрипом
Тянется обоз —
Суховатой липой
Пахнет от колес.
Слухают ракиты
Посвист ветряной…
Край ты мой забытый,
Край ты мой родной.
«I am submerged within the whistling / Of time's streams, my black cloak tearing. / I call the people, seek the prophets / That secrets of the heavens sing. I walk ahead with speedy gait, / And here - the rock, and you stand here / A mage in garland of the stars, / And with a wise smile ...»
«Laughing, delighting, and rebelling / In all her hopeless, endless angst, / In Mahendzhauri, near Batumi / She stood out lonely on the sand. She was so dignified and proud — / She thought herself a river, and / She naked went into the water / And touched the sea foam with her hand. R...»
«A white and lonely sail is flickering / Across the blue fog of the sea / What does he seek in far-off distance? / What did he leave in home country? The waves are playing — wind is whistling, / The mast of ship does bend and moan.. / Alas — happiness he's not seeking / Nor does fro...»
«So many stones have been thrown at me / That I don't fear them any longer / The trap an elegant tower has become, / Among tall towers, the taller. / I'm grateful to their builders — so be gone / Their sadness and their worry, go away, / Early from here I can see the dawn / And here...»