Literature
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Ilia Chavchavadze – Lines To A Georgian Mother
O Georgian mother! Thou gavest sonsTo home and land in days of yore.The future braves were lulled to sleepWith lullabies…
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Ilia Chavchavadze – Bazaleti Lake
Beneath the lake of BazaletiA golden cradle gleams;Around it blooms a wondrous garden —A paradise it seems.This hidden bower, thus…
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Ilia Chavchavadze – The Hermit (A Legend)
Translated from the Georgian by Marjory Wardrop, London, 1895IThere, where Mount Kazbek rears his noble brow,Where eagle cannot soar, nor…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Song Of Natela
I gently strung my chonguri,And tuned its chords with softness low,Till every string rang harmony…Odela-dela-delao! It hums; then swells. O…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Who can count the sand in oceans?
Who can count the sand in oceans,Or the stars in skies at night?Who can praise the sons of GeorgiaMen who…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Dawn
In pensive thought the Holy MountUpon the star of morn does gaze,As o’er the valiant hero’s graveThe star sheds soft…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Spring
The swallow twittered, shrill and gay,-Arriving from across the main.“This spring!’ ‘This spring!” it called to me;My heart with hope…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Salamuri
O where are you, my sylvan reed,Whose notes of sadness sweetly ring;And over the heart of Georgia’s son‘Neath northern skies…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Gamzrdeli
A tiny hut that seems to beFrom far away a swallows nestStands high upon a mountain steep;And nestles closely to…
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Akaki Tsereteli – Suliko
“In vain I sought my loved one’s grave;Despair plunged me in deepest woe.Overwhelmed with bursting sobs I cried:O where are…
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