Akaki Tsereteli Poems

A tiny hut that seems to be
From far away a swallows nest
Stands high upon a mountain steep;
And nestles closely to its breast.
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In pensive thought the Holy Mount
Upon the star of morn does gaze,
As o'er the valiant hero's grave
The star sheds soft and misty rays.
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The swallow twittered, shrill and gay,
-Arriving from across the main.
'This spring!' 'This spring!' it called to me;
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'In vain I sought my loved one's grave;
Despair plunged me in deepest woe.
Overwhelmed with bursting sobs I cried:
O where are you, my Suliko?'
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Who can count the sand in oceans,
Or the stars in skies at night?
Who can praise the sons of Georgia
Men who fought for Georgia's right?
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O where are you, my sylvan reed,
Whose notes of sadness sweetly ring;
And over the heart of Georgia's son
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I gently strung my chonguri,
And tuned its chords with softness low,
Till every string rang harmony…
Odela-dela-delao!
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