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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
Could not bring me down,<br />
Although my breast and loins<br />
Were smeared with warrior blood.<br />
There stood a cypress beside me,<br />
Consecrated to God;<br />
A certain old man of Ghuli<br />
From the clan Alshaureli,<br />
Told them to put a cat<br />
Upon the tree, and kill it.<br />
The chain that bound it to heaven<br />
Retracted, and hissed like a snake.<br />
A man’s death<br />
To a true man, brave of heart,<br />
Death will seem no more than sleep;<br />
The coming of the mourners<br />
Will seem like his wedding day;<br />
The grave into which he is lowered<br />
Will seem to him like his home;<br />
The dark coffin in which he rests<br />
Will seem to him like his room;<br />
The vermin crawling over him<br />
Will seem to him like his children;<br />
The snakes wrapped around his neck<br />
Will seem like the arms of his wife.<br />
The sun is my mother<br />
The sun is my mother,<br />
The moon is my father,<br />
The twinkling stars<br />
Are my sister and brother.<br />
Aguna<br />
Aguna, Aguna, come over here,<br />
Bakhvi, Askana, come on out.<br />
In our village, grapes;<br />
In our foe’s fields, leaves.<br />
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