Sakvarlis saflavs vedzebdi,
Ver vnakhe dakarguliko,
Gulamoskvnili vtirodi:
"Sada khar, chemo Suliko"!
Ekalshi vardi shevnishne,
Oblad rom amosuliko;
Gulis fanckalit vkitkhavdi:
"Shen khom ara khar, Suliko"
Sulganabuli bulbuli
Fotlebshi mimaluliko.
Mivekhmatkbile chitunas:
"Shen khom ara khar Suliko"
Sheifrtkiala mgosanma,
Kvavils niskarti sheakho,
Chaikvnes-chaichikchika,
Titkos stkva: "diakh, diakh"!

Suliko

In vain I sought my loved one’s grave;
Despair plunged me in deepest woe.
Scarce holding back the sobs I cried:
"O where art thou, my Suliko?"
In solitude upon a bush
dew-decked rose swayed to and fro.
With downcast eyes I softly asked:
"Perchance ’tis thou, O Suliko?"
The flower trembled in assent
As low it bent its lovely head;
Upon its blushing cheek there shone
Dew that the morning skies had shed.
 [bad word] leaves a nightingale
Was singing to the rose below;
I hailed the bird and gently asked:
"Perchance, ’tis thou, O Suliko?"
The songster fluttered nearer to
The rose, and on it pressed a kiss,
Disburdening its soul in song
That breathed of ecstasy and bliss.
twinkling star shed shimm’ring light
Upon me in a silver glow;
I turned to it and whispered low:
"Prechance ’tis thou, O Suliko?"
As I gazed on the star that shone
In light that glimmered bright and clear,
passing breeze came blowing by
And stopped to whisper in my ear.
"What thou seekest is found at last;
Henceforth thy heart but calm will know;
The night will bring thee sweet repose,
And day will chase away thy woe.
"Thy Suliko was changed into
nightingale, a star and rose;
Your souls that [bad word] love bound as one
To realms divine in heavens rose."
I seek no more my loved one’s grave,
No more do I in sorrow weep;
The world no longer hears me sigh
Nor sees me drowned in anguish deep.
None can express the joy I feel
To hear the nightingale from far,
To breathe fragrance of the rose
And gaze upon the shining star.
O happy am I once again;
No more am I oppressed by woe
I seek no tomb, for now I see
Thy dwellings three, my Suliko!"