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 you, my Suliko?'

In solitude upon a bush
A rose In loveliness did grow;
With downcast eyes I softly asked:
'Isn't that you, O Suliko?'

The flower trembled in assent
As low it bent its lovely bead;
Upon its blushing cheek there shone
Tears that the morning skies had shed.

Midst rustling leaves a nightingale
Was singing to the rose below;
I hailed the bird and gently asked:
'Isn't that you, O Suliko?'

The songster fluttered nearer to
The rose, and on it pressed a kiss;
Disburdening its soul in song
That breathed of ecstasy and bliss.

A twinkling star shed shimmering light
Upon me in a silver glow;
I turned to it, and whispered low;
'Isn't that you, O Suliko?'

As I gazed on the star that shone
In light that glimmered bright and clear
A gentle breeze came passing by
And stopped to whisper in my ear.

'What thou dost seek is found at last.
Henceforth your heart but calm will know;
The night will bring you sweet repose.
And lay will chase away your woe.

'Your Suliko was changed into
A nightingale, a star and rose;
Your souls that true love bound as one
To realms divine in heavens rose.'

I seek no more my loved one's grave,
No more do I in sorrow weep,
The world no longer hears me sigh;
Nor sees me drowned in anguish deep.

None can express the bliss I feel
To hear the nightingale from far,
To breathe the essence of the rose;
And gaze upon the shining star.

My bosom throbs once more in joy;
No more am I oppressed by woe;
I seek no tomb, for now I see
Thy dwellings three, my Suliko!'

Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 25, 2010

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