«On the hills of Georgia, darkness / I hear Aragva’s roar, / light and sad, my grief transparent; / my melancholy filled with you. / You, and you alone…my sorrow / Still untouched and unmoved, / And my heart flames again, and loves — / for what else can it do? »
«I remember the marvellous moment / you appeared before me, / like a transient vision, / like pure beauty’s spirit. Lost in hopeless sadness, / lost in the loud world’s turmoil, / I heard your voice’s echo, / and often dreamed your features. Years passed. The storm winds scattered...»
«I loved you: love may not have died / completely in my soul, / but don’t let it disturb you, / I don’t wish you any pain. I loved you without hope or voice, / with diffidence, jealousy, / as tenderly, truly, as God grant / you may be loved again. »
«Bound for your distant home / you were leaving alien lands. / In an hour as sad as I’ve known / I wept over your hands. / My hands were numb and cold, / still trying to restrain / you, whom my hurt told / never to end this pain. But you snatched your lips away / from our bitterest...»