Elegy Poem by Ilia Grigoryvich Chavchavadze
Elegy
The full-orbed moon her lustre sheds
And floods the land with lambent light.
The snowy ridge of distant mounts
Deep quiet holds the breath of night;
My mother-land in silence lies,
Yet oft is heard an anguished moan
As Georgia in her slumber sights.
I stand alone… The mountains, shades,
The slumber of my land caress.
O God! O God! when will we wake
And rise again to happiness?
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8/2/2026 11:52:06 AM # rel_20260801T223347Z_c882427
Please, never call him Grigoryvich, nobody does, and that's contrary to everything he fought for, that's a Russian form of mentioning his father's name and he sought to eradicate Russia from Georgia