The Vityaz In The Tiger Skin Shota Rustaveli Avtandil Kill Chachnagir Poem by Yuri Starostin

AVTANDIL KILL CHACHNAGIR

Chachnagir lay on a bed in the considerable affliction.
Avtandil rushed to him, empurpled by a scarlet stream.
Dumped the vityaz from a bed, he pierce him by the dagger
And cope without a noise with this daring warrior.

For a friends - a star of the life, for an enemies - a thunder-storm and a grief,
He chopped off a finger with the ring, have not forgot the agreement,
And he thrown in the sea the breathless corpse from a window,
And it found a tomb in that boundless open space.

Secretly the deed is over. Who could known about it?
Like a sweet rose, the vityaz turn back.
Somehow he has dared at it, to understand is impossible for us,
But he come back again by the sign road.

And when this lion and sun of a light come to Fatima,
He told to her: 'Your offender will not be overslept till a dawn:
He is killed by my dagger, the guide saw it.
Here the finger is to you in a joy, and a ring put on it!

Explain to me without a fear, why you are so unfortunate?
What is that vityaz threatened you, blaming loudly? '
And Fatima admitted him: 'Oh love man! I am powerless
To look to you in the face though I love you passionately.

You have revived nowadays to life and me, and all family.
What is I do you, lion, to glorify? How your feat I will sing?
To grace you have killed today this spiteful snake,
Prepare, sun -face man, to listen to my story'.