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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN
Eyes of smoothly polished jet.
Eyes? What eyes? No, celestial lights
That once gleamed in the moonless sky,
Then were brought down to this world
As a comfort to weary souls.
A smile had pressed itself to your lips,
Lips that glowed the color of flame;
Pearly teeth were scattering forth
Light beams on the fields around.
What Tamar! Who is Ketevan!
How compare Eteri to you!
You sink your shaft in the gazer’s heart;
Crazed, he runs through woods and fields.
I have wandered the lands of Europe,
Hither and yon o’er distant seas;
Nowhere could I find a beauty
Such as that you possess.
Why do you want a beautiful woman?
Why do you want a beautiful woman?
When you’re at war what good will she be?
She will dress up in reds and yellows,
Come out of the house and stand by the door,
Any man who would gaze upon her
Will melt away like a beeswax candle.
The mountaineer
I was born in the mountains,
Courageous and unyielding:
An eagle flying skyward,
An elephant, unbending.
In my love for my homeland
I will never relent.
I love the mountain Q’azbeg,
Forever covered in ice,
The sheer rock walls of Q’uro,
The ibex prancing there.
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