Oh, father, father, leave your menice
And your Tamara don't scold;
I'm crying: do you see my tears,
They were not first out of all.
And vainly the crowd of the suitors
Are hasting out of distant lands...
In Georgia they can find the new one,
All of them I wish to reject!..
Don't scold me, father. You see, dear:
I'm going ill, as if from poison!
I'm tormented by the evil,
Luring me with unavoidable!
I'm perishing, please, take a pity!
Give to the holy cloister your daughter,
Seized with a kind of some insanity;
There the god will help me further.
Under his grace I'll burst my anguish,
There's no any joy for me in world...
And by the shrine I'll be overspreaded,
Let a dark cell will take me all,
As a coffin, yet beforehand.
II
And to the solitary dwelling
She was sent by her relatives, a hair short
Was put on her young breast forever.
But even under these monastic cloths,
As under the patterned brocade
She shamelessly, as usual, dreamt,
And heart was beating as in past...
She stood for long before altar,
In light of candles, when the chorus
Was singing prayings in the solemn tones,
And there frequently she heard a voice,
Among the songs, familiar to her.
Under the vault of the gloomy temple
The face, well-known, flied at times,
And glided on the air silent,
Without trace, without sound
In mist of incense, so light,
It shined as quiet as a star:
And beckoned her, but - where far?..
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