Poetry
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Nikoloz Baratashvili – To A Chonguri
Your strains of woe – a mournful flow-At times they groan, at times they moan;Each throb recalls the vanished hour…
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Nikoloz Baratashvili – Meditations By The River Mtkvari
In sadness wrapped, I strolled along where the waters hum and fret;I longed to rest in solitude and all my…
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Nikoloz Baratashvili – Twilight Over Mtatsminda
O Mtatsminda ! Thou Holy Mount ! the sight does hauntThe soul to thought – a place that wilderness has…
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Ilia Chavchavadze – Spring
The wood is decked in light green leaf.The swallow twitters in delight.The lonely vine sheds joyous tearsOf interwoven dew and…
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Ilia Chavchavadze – Elegy
The full-orbed moon her lustre shedsAnd floods the land with lambent light.The snowy ridge of distant mountsDissolves into the heavens…
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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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