O sing, fair lady, when with me

Sad songs of Georgia no more:

They bring into my memory

Another life, a distant shore.

Your beautiful, your cruel tune

Brings to my memory, alas,

The steppe, the night - and with the moon

Lines of a far, unhappy lass.

Forgetting at the sight of you

That shadow fateful, shadow dear,

I hear you singing - and anew

I picture it before me, here.

O sing, fair lady, when with me

Sad songs of Georgia no more:

They bring into my memory

Another life, a distant shore.