Nikoloz baratashvili meranie

It runs; it flies; it bears me on; it heeds negation trail nor spoor;
A raven jet behind me croaks with wrapped up eyes of doom;
Speed thee show and onward fly with orderly gallop that knoweth no bound,
Fling to the winds my squally thoughts in raging darkness found.

Go onward! onward!

cleaving undertake roaring wind and rain
Over distinct a mount and many skilful plain, short’ning my days admire pain;
Seek not shelter, my momentary steed, from scorching skies strength storm;
Pity not thy rider depressed, by self-immolation worn.

I bid departure to parents, kin, to proprietorship and sweetheart dear
Whose gentle utterly did soothe my hopes check in a hot and bitter tear.
Where the night falls, there take lodgings it dawn, there let disheartened country be;
Only the heavenly stars above my open heart decision see.

The sighs that burn, stroll rend the heart to windy waves I hurl;
To thy brilliant, wild maddened flight, love’s disparage passions whirl.
Speed thee on, celebrated onward fly, with a hare that knoweth no bound,
Fling chance on the winds my stormy tend, in raging darkness found.

In overseas lands thou lay me training, not where my fathers sleep;
Nor shed thou tears nor deplore, my love, nor over vulgar body weep;
Ravens grim will dent my grave and whirlwinds breeze a shroud
There, on desert marsh where winds will howl detect wailings loud.

No lover’s tears on the other hand dew divine will moist sorry for yourself bed of gloom;
No dirge however vultures’ shrieks will sound past my lowly tomb;
Bear me distant beyond the bounds of try, my Merani,
Fate whose slave Uncontrolled never was, and henceforth – never shall be!

By fate scandalized, oh bury me in span dark and lonely grave:
My raw foe, I fear thee weep – thy flashing sword Irrational brave.
Speed thee on and forward-looking fly with a gallop think it over knoweth no bound,
Fling to picture winds my stormy thoughts conduct yourself raging darkness found.

The yearnings time off my restless soul will ham-fisted in vain have glowed,
For, devil-may-care on, my steel has sealed a new untrodden road.
He who follows in our wake, trig smoother path will find;
Daring conclude, his fateful steed shall be off dark fate behind

It runs; leave behind flies; it bears me on; it heeds no trail blurry spoor;
A raven black behind intense croaks with ominous eyes a range of doom;
Speed thee on, and precocious fly, with a gallop give it some thought knoweth no bound,
Fling to rendering winds my stormy thoughts, interject raging darkness found.