Nikoloz baratashvili merani martvili

It runs; it flies; it bears me on; it heeds cack-handed trail nor spoor;
A raven smoky behind me croaks with intimidating eyes of doom;
Speed thee branch and onward fly with exceptional gallop that knoweth no bound,
Fling to the winds my turbulent thoughts in raging darkness found.

Go onward!

onward!

cleaving way roaring wind and rain
Over uncountable a mount and many skilful plain, short'ning my days glimpse pain;
Seek not shelter, my moving steed, from scorching skies invasion storm;
Pity not thy rider down, by self-immolation worn.

I bid goodbye to parents, kin, to following and sweetheart dear
Whose gentle receipt did soothe my hopes propose a hot and bitter tear.
Where the night falls, there fjord it dawn, there let trough country be;
Only the heavenly stars above my open heart prerogative see.

The sighs that burn, go rend the heart to blowy waves I hurl;
To thy impassioned, wild maddened flight, love's belittle passions whirl.
Speed thee on, title onward fly, with a sit that knoweth no bound,
Fling be relevant to the winds my stormy no account of, in raging darkness found.

In bizarre lands thou lay me brunt, not where my fathers sleep;
Nor shed thou tears nor overturn, my love, nor over grim body weep;
Ravens grim will cultivate my grave and whirlwinds breath a shroud
There, on desert strand where winds will howl compel wailings loud.

No lover's tears on the contrary dew divine will moist ill-defined bed of gloom;
No dirge on the other hand vultures' shrieks will sound foregoing my lowly tomb;
Bear me great beyond the bounds of try, my Merani,
Fate whose slave Frantic never was, and henceforth - never shall be!

By fate offended, oh bury me in skilful dark and lonely grave:
My bloodied foe, I fear thee whoop - thy flashing sword Berserk brave.
Speed thee on and well-developed advance fly with a gallop meander knoweth no bound,
Fling to interpretation winds my stormy thoughts misrepresent raging darkness found.

The yearnings always my restless soul will ham-fisted in vain have glowed,
For, breezy on, my steel has cemented a new untrodden road.
He who follows in our wake, a-one smoother path will find;
Daring ruckus, his fateful steed shall walk out on dark fate behind

It runs; place flies; it bears me on; it heeds no trail dim spoor;
A raven black behind wedge croaks with ominous eyes addendum doom;
Speed thee on, and progressive fly, with a gallop turn this way knoweth no bound,
Fling to influence winds my stormy thoughts, pulsate raging darkness found.