The Vityaz In The Tiger Skin Shota Rustaveli Tariel Helps To Fridon Win The Enemy Poem by Yuri Starostin

TARIEL HELPS TO FRIDON WIN THE ENEMY

Soon the vityaz healed and compared me in the force.
We arm the troop by the weaponry and the galleys equipped.
So it is pleasant to see the plenty of our hosts!
Here mine story as we exterminated the enemy:

The enemy in the iron helmets has dressed up his team,
He come to the lord on the eight huge castles.
Caughted by the sight these boats, I has directed in the middle
And, pushed one by the foot, shipp it in the abyss.

Immediately I took the next castle by the arms for a nose
And has instantly overturned, having broken it in the fight.
The others one by one have rushed to them harbour.
All of that were in that battle, glorified mine bravery!

Intended our lifes to the variable destinies of a fight,
We have rushed under the surf noise in a pursuit for the enemies.
The valour of the young hero was pleasant to me in the battle:
He is brave - as a lion, the face is- as the sun, a camp is- as an aloe tree.

He beaten from the saddles the uncle with the sons one after one,
He ordered to cut his arms before our numbers.
The enemy grasped in the bondage, cried by the bitter tears.
The tsar had fun together with us in the heart pleasure.

We expel a villains, surrounded an enemy camp,
Have grasped their capital - a city full of a towns people,
Have thrown a stones them, rumpled, as a morocco,
We have loaded nor an one caravan with their riches.

Tsar Fridon has sealed up these luggage by his stamp,
He taken away the uncle with himself and captivated the family of the uncle.
Having come back about me, he repeated in his group:
'God has sent this tree of an aloe to us for the happiness! '

Soon we return to a city to have the people fun.
The view of the punished villains pray the hearts to be mild.
All capital spoken me and vityaz Fridon:
'Got your help, heroes, the blood of a tyrants streams! '

Having topped reigning Fridon, the people named me
The lord of the lords, the governor of the governors.
But longed I lost a rose among a hardship
And could not open my cares to a familiar people.