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On hills of Georgia lies the covering of night;
Aragva streams in front of me.
Such sadness and such ease; my melancholy's light,
My melancholy's full of thee,
Of thee, of only thee... No anxiousness, no pain
Unsettles my despondency;
My heart again on fire, it burns and loves again,
For otherwise it cannot be.

Translated by Genia Gurarie

A.S. Pushkin. “On hills of Georgia lies the covering of night...”. Translated by Genia Gurarie // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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