The Vityaz In The Tiger Skin Shota Rustaveli The Love Message Written By Fatima To Avtandil Poem by Yuri Starostin

THE LOVE MESSAGE WRITTEN BY FATIMA TO AVTANDIL

'God has created you, oh sun, by the mighty arm,
Any pleasure without you seems a trouble to a people ,
But you close burn us by the marvellous fire force.
The hosts of a stars are proud and admire by you!

Everyone will mad see you from a passion.
A nightingales tremble, rose, only you have to behave !
All flowers fade around, and I am now in a misfortune:
The heart, living in a misery in the separation, rip on a pieces.

Too hard me, god is the witness, to write about my love!
What, however, to do to me, if there are no a limits to it?
The black eyelashes get into the heart more strong.
Do not deprive me a mind, help and regret!

And while you will not send the answer to me on own will,
To deprive me a hope or to help in an unfortunate share, -
Until thitherto, being exhausted, I will not die perforce.
A life or a death, solve more fast! I am not in a forces to suffer more! '

As a usual note, without a special attention
Avtandil has read her confession in his rest.
He told: 'Fatima does not know, what are mine desires.
Whether I will compare her with the love woman, forgot mine dreams?

A raven is not a couple to a rose! This liaison is obscene!
But yet the nightingale burning did not sing over her!
All of a folly are and fruitless and opposite, as a dirt.
What for a nonsense she writes to me? And whence the nonsense undertook? '

But then he has thought so: 'Among the stranger people
I am alone to myself the assistant, be alone is amiss in the world.
To return to the sufferer-friend that lost miracle,
I should forget about all other on the world for now.

This woman got used to receive to her a visitors,
To see a set of a visitors, to hear a set of a messages.
If I am, incinerated, obey now to her,
Perhaps, she will help me on her whim.

After all if the woman will fall in the love, getting the first word to us,
She will be glad to be stuck, as a weft to its warp,
Will tell all, will stir up... A shame and a dishonor are not to her again.
It is visible, I should not evade a love.

You will not achieve anything under an unhuppy star.
That is necessary, - I have not, and to have other -is for what?
The world is— as a twilight night, the darkness has filled it.
That contains in a jug flows from it! '