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On the hills of Georgia, darkness
I hear Aragva’s roar,
light and sad, my grief transparent;
my melancholy filled with you.
You, and you alone…my sorrow
Still untouched and unmoved,
And my heart flames again, and loves —
for what else can it do?

Translated by A. S. Kline
(Clear Voices)

A.S. Pushkin. “On the hills of Georgia, darkness...”. Translated by A. S. Kline // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.