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The dark of night is lying on the Georgian hills;
Before me churns Aragva’s chatter.
I’m sad and languid; melancholy’s brightness spills;
Of you, my sorrow’s brooding matter,
Of you, of you alone… My sadness can’t be touched
By tortured spirit’s agitation,
My heart again is burning and by passion clutched –
From love there is no liberation.

Translated by Rupert Moreton
(Lingua Fennica)

A.S. Pushkin. “The dark of night is lying on the Georgian hills...”. Translated by Rupert Moreton // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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