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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
In a grave over your heart,<br />
So that my shoulders and arms<br />
Would melt down onto your heart;<br />
I would not rise from you ever,<br />
And so my life would be sweet.<br />
They could not take you from me<br />
Should even an army come at me.<br />
How long I have been weeping<br />
How long I have been weeping,<br />
How many tears I have shed,<br />
Still, my heart has not changed,<br />
Nor have I given up hope.<br />
When I am thinking about you<br />
I am seared by the fires of Gehenna!<br />
Your eyes and brows live in my memory,<br />
That golden moustache of yours,<br />
And how your moustache’s shadow<br />
Spreads its black line on your face.<br />
You are a guest of the wild deer<br />
For the past three or four years;<br />
Brother, the bullets you shot<br />
Have brought them nothing but harm.<br />
If they cannot do you justice,<br />
May all Pshavi fall into ruin,<br />
May the twelve clans of the province<br />
Disperse and vanish away!<br />
You killed your wife’s abductor,<br />
What other wrong have you done?<br />
I have written a letter,<br />
Signed my name at the bottom;<br />
Send me, brother, in secret,<br />
An answer with all of your news.<br />
No one shall betray you,<br />
None lay a hand upon you.<br />
The name that they call me is Tamar,<br />
And my nickname is Lelia;<br />
For four years I’ve held from afar<br />
This love for you, though it’s so hard!<br />
I know not your home in the woods,<br />
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