Upon The Hills Of Georgia Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Upon The Hills Of Georgia

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Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can't do otherwise.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dutendra Chamling 12 December 2015

Beautiful poem.....................!

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Anna Sarkisyan 10 March 2018

bad... it's the poet that is 'sad and light', it's his sorrow (not 'grief' by the way) .

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Anna Sarkisyan 10 March 2018

Sorry, it should be 'it's not the poet' in the beginning of my comment.

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L.C. 25 October 2021

Translation by L.C.,2021. License CC BY-SA 4.0.

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L.C. 25 October 2021

The velvet night gloom lies upon the Georgian slopes;

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L.C. 25 October 2021

As love is that my heart imposes.

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L.C. 25 October 2021

And my heart burns again and truly loves again

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L.C. 25 October 2021

I feel no torment and no losses,

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L.C. 25 October 2021

Near you, near you alone... With it, in my despair,

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L.C. 25 October 2021

Where I'm near you, where you invite me.

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