Tina, Goderdzis Kali

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Shat’ils avida khokhobi

Didgulad dajda jarzeda

Shat’ils avida khokhobi

Didgulad dajda jarzeda

Shvidi gavzarde vazhk’atsi

Arts’ivis nabudarzeda

Shvidsats vuqide topebi

Tito aghk’ide mkharzeda

Shvidsav vuqide khanjlebi

Shvidsav shevart’qi ts’elzeda

Shvidsav vuqide chachknebi

Shvidsav davkhur tavzeda

Shvidsav vuqide tskhenebi

Nachvevi iorghazeda

Shvidsav vuqide tskhenebi

Nachvevi iorghazeda

Daugzavne saakhadoda

Shvilno mshvidobit gzazeda

Tu is kal ver moiqvanet

Nugharamts mokhvalt k’arzeda

Akhal goderdzis tsikheo

Samukara khar mt’risao

Mogivlen kist’is shvilebi

Gamogitkhrian dzirsao

Gamaiqvanen kalasa

Qeli chamoakvs mdzivsao

Ikit kals gamoiqvanen

Qeli chamoakvs mdzivsao

Sharaze gadmoavleven

Tsremlit daibanen p’irsao

Sharaze gadmoavleven

Tsmrelit daibanen p’irsao

Shemokhda tadiauri

Am sakaravno mtazeda

Jer gamarjveba daasts’ro

Ambavsa hk’itkhavs tavzeda

Eg kal saidan mogqavis

Rom moat’irebt gzazeda

Eg kala khadit mogvqavis

Shat’ils und davsvat jarzeda

Umtsros dzmas davakorts’ilebt

Gvirgvins davadgamt tavzeda

Umtsros dzmas davakorts’ilebt

Gvirgvins davadgamt tavzeda

Pui ra giknavt rjul-dzaghlno

Lasharis jvaris qbazeda

Pui ra giknavt rjul-dzaghlno

Lasharis jvaris qbazeda

Eg kal tu ts’agiqvaninot

Ts’veri nu meskhas qbazeda

Eg kal tu ts’agiqvaninot

Ts’veri nu meskhas qbazeda

Gaprtkhildi tadiauro

Tkhis t’qa ar dagrches gzazeda

Gaprtkhildi tadiauro

Tkhis t’qa ar dagrches gzazeda

Tkhis tqav an gadiqreina

Jach’uvma ielva t’anzeda

Tkhis t’qav an gadiqreina

Jach’uvma ielva t’anzeda

Shvid kist’ma ertsa pshavelsa

Gaukhda dasts’rebazeda

Shvid gurgol shemourbina

Shvidsav tav mosch’ra mkharzeda

Ahqara iaraghebi

Kals chamohk’idav mkharzeda

Tavis prangulits kals mistsa

Mshvidobit dao gzazeda

Eg mamashens miut’ane

Is tviton itsnobs pkhazeda

Ara stkva chemi sakhli

Mojibre midga gzazeda

Rom mivalt lashar-ghelesa

Vit’qodet da-dzmobazeda

Rom mivalt lashar-ghelesa

Vit’qodet da-dzmobazeda

Translation:

Tina, Goderdzi’s Daughter

A pheasant ascended to Shatili 

And sat haughtily by a spinning-wheel

I raised seven sons

In the place where eagles used to nest

I bought guns for the seven

I put guns on their shoulders

I bought daggers for the seven

I put daggers on their waists

I bought helmets for the seven

I covered their heads with helmets

I bought horses for the seven,

Racing horses

I sent them to Akhadi¹

I wished them a peaceful journey -

"If you don’t bring back that woman

Don’t bother coming home"

There is Goderdzi Castle

A threat to enemies

The sons of Kists² will come

And dig up its foundation

They will pull a woman out of the castle

A woman with a necklace

They will drag her onto the road

And wash their faces with her tears

Tadiauri meets them

On the mountain where caravans pass

He asks them first

About their affairs

-From where are you bringing this woman,

This woman who is crying on the road?

-We are bringing this woman from Akhadi

We are taking her through Shat'ili

We will marry her to our youngest brother

We will put a crown on her head

-What have you done, you faithless dogs

In the name of Lashari's Cross³

You faithless dogs have done this in vain

In the name of Lashari's Cross

If I let you take this woman

Then I shall not be a man

-Beware Tadiauri, your goatskin is liable 

To be left there on the road.

He took the goatskin off

The chainmail glowed on his body

Seven Kists against one Pshav

But he was more determined

He ran around the seven

He severed their seven heads 

He removed their weapons

And put them on the woman’s shoulder

He also gave her his sword

-Sister, I wish you a peaceful journey

Take this sword to your father

He will recognize it

Don’t tell him my name

For there are other horsemen on the road 

When we meet at Lashar-Ghele³

We will become brother and sister

¹ A village in the Pshavi highland where Mariam Gorelashvili's family is from.

² The term Kist used to be used by Georgians to refer to Chechens. The term today is used specifically to refer to people of Chechen ancestry living in Georgia.

³ Lashari, also referred to as Lashari's Cross, a sanctuary to Saint George of Lashari.  Located in the northeast highland of Pshavi and famous throughout Georgia, the mountaintop shrine used to be the political and religious center for Pshavs. The festivals of Lasharoba and Tamaroba (the latter referring to Lashari's sister shrine at Tamar-Ghele) are still celebrated every July in Pshavi.  It is worth noting that historically these summertime festivals also served as meeting places for young men and women who came from all valleys and mountains of eastern Georgia. 

Instrumental.

T’iv

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Phe bolo lamzurch mindrea

Tsha lamzur k’ats’k’o t’iv dao

Et’ivev veetsin chu ikho

Et’ivev verge sharn ikho

Se eg et’ivev lelina

Uk’ve dheuzt’q sho daelo

Se agas leod e t’iven

Tamar khanduna daelo

T’iv khum maintsa disola

Dakheeme t’ivkhum t’ivda

Menish ts’inish chuikha

Menish t’qo dukhtso daghoga

Translation:

Bridge

In the valley at the end of the village 

Is a small bridge

Over this bridge we all cross 

And from this bridge we will depart from each other

My grandmother has crossed this bridge

For eighty years

She says that this bridge

Is from Tamar’s time¹

The bridge will remain

It is what it is

Some will enter over it for the first time

While others will exit by it forever.

¹ Referring  to Tamar of Georgia, who reigned as queen of the country from 1184-1213 during Georgia's Golden Age. She was so beloved that Georgians refer to her to this day as Tamar Mepe or King Tamar.  She remains a very important cultural symbol, and has been canonized by the Georgian Orthodox Church as Holy Righteous King Tamar.

T’iv

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Phe bolo lamzurch mindrea

Tsha lamzur k’ats’k’o t’iv dao

Et’ivev veetsin chu ikho

Et’ivev verge sharn ikho

Se eg et’ivev lelina

Uk’ve dheuzt’q sho daelo

Se agas leod e t’iven

Tamar khanduna daelo

T’iv khum maintsa disola

Dakheeme t’ivkhum t’ivda

Menish ts’inish chuikha

Menish t’qo dukhtso daghoga

Translation:

Bridge

At the end of the village, in the field

Is one small bridge

Together we are coming by this bridge

From one another we are going by this bridge

My grandmother has crossed this bridge

For eighty years

Grandmother says that this bridge

Is from Tamar’s time¹

The bridge still remains

Because a bridge is a bridge

Some will enter by it for the first time

And some for the final time will leave

¹ Referring to Tamar of Georgia, who reigned as queen of the country from 1184-1213 during Georgia's Golden Age. She was so beloved that Georgians refer to her to this day as Tamar Mepe or King Tamar.  She remains a very important cultural symbol, and has been canonized by the Georgian Orthodox Church as Holy Righteous King Tamar.

Tokhnuri

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Glekhis kali var tataela, riti mjobia natela,

Aznaurisa kalebi eridebian mzesao,

Drozeda gatkhovebistvis evedrebian ghmertsao

Varalali, vai da lali daralo

Es gogo k’argad tamashobs

Pekhis prchkhilebze dgeba

Varalali, vai da lali dalalo

Translation:

A Women’s Hoeing Song

I am a peasant woman

Noble women are shy of the sun

The married ones are imploring God

This girl dances well

She stands on the tips of her toes

Tolia

Text: Gogia Kavtiashvili

Music: Maqvala Tsiklauri

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Tsis larzhvardshi moparpat’e

Tolia khar, tolia

Shenze k’argi me am kveqnad

Arts aravin mqolia, arts aravin mgonia

Mets gamichnda shentan ertad

Tsashi prenis survili

Radgan shentan vigrdzen t’rpobis da

Siqvarulis ts’qurvili

Rat’om me are shemidzlia

Shenebr prena laghoba

Albat me rom toliebtan

Ar mkonia balghoba, ar meghirsa balghoba

Gogov shenma siqvarulma

Amishala pikrebi

Tu masts’avli shenebr prenas

Mets sul shentan viknebi

Translation:

Seagull

Text: Gogia Kavtiashvili

Music: Maqvala Tsiklauri

You fly through the azure sky

You are a seagull, a seagull

It seems to me in my life

I've never had better than you

The desire grew in me too

To fly in the sky with you

Because with you I feel

The thirst for love
 

Why is it not possible for me

To fly freely like you?
Perhaps because I was not raised

Alongside seagulls

Girl, your love

Has scattered my thoughts

If you teach me how to fly like you

I will forever be by your side

Translation:

The People of Toncha Village¹

My name is Sopiko Rikoteli, I am a beautiful lady

I married into Toncha,

I became their daughter-in-law
 

What can I do? Don’t lie to me --

My husband is rotten!

When we lay down in bed together,

He is always very sleepy
 

Archil Lagashvili, he is naughty

Apparently he liked my pretty figure

He smiled at me, I smiled at him, and he winked
 

Then he took advantage of me --

I couldn’t refuse him

I hugged him with my heart and loved him

But when his wife heard about it, she panicked
 

From that day on, my husband lost it

He left me in front of everyone.

"He abandoned me, he cut me off

What can you do my friend, it is the rule --

You should stand up and leave your husband, too

For he is very strict.

Go find another who will encourage you like a school bell

Who make you forget all about your man

And his slim body."

Well Vano Kherkheladze heard that, too

One day he came and told me that his wife was ill

He promised me so many things

That I went and loved him, too -- I couldn’t refuse him

When his wife heard about it, she too panicked

She came from her village Arghuna²

To our neighborhood and said:

"My Vano has lost his senses

He's exchanged me for Sopiko - He deserted me"

Guram is like a bull in a garden,

He has a dark complexion

He too came and told me that his wife was ill

I had pity on him and his tan face

So I went and loved him, too -- I couldn’t refuse him

I poisoned his wife, she is ill still today

Guram is crazy, too. He is no longer healthy.

Ghvtiso Lagazaan came to me

Like a gluttonous cat

"I love you so much, Sopiko,

Like a ripe pear"
 

Sisauri came over too, like a baby turkey

Sisauri was standing in line

Archil Kokashvili is the farm owner

He came to me in Peta’s car, drunk on wine

"Sopo, I brought you grain, the car is full
My dear, I love your pretty face

More than any other."

"If you love me, my Archil," I said,

"Why haven't you told me yet?"

Sopo invited him home and offered him a chair

Peta waited outside, in sorrow.

¹A nearby village to Kerana, where Valoda lives.

²A nearby village to Kerana, where Valoda lives.

Tsa Gaitsritsa Sheep’ara Siqvitle Potlebs

Text: Eter Ichirauli

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Tsa gaitsritsa sheep’ara siqvitle potlebs

Am ts’elma uk’ve meramdened chamoit’ira

Shemodgomaa da dzghvats gakhda uk’ve p’irkushi

Bunebam titkos tsremlis dzilit chamoik’ida

Ik ra peria tsadamits’a net’av am ts’utshi

Am uchveulo chems mits’aze net’av ra khdeba

Daparpat’eben sul skhvagvarad albat potlebi

Ghmerto ezoshi, chems ezoshi gadamakheda

Chven vitsritsebit, rogorts khdeba dasabamidan

Es gazapkhulits ra khanmok’le shercha gonebas

Rogor ar minda zhami dgeba maints mimts’ukhris

Chveni tskhovrebats rogora hgavs am potoltsvenas

Chem gulshits uk’ve shemodgomis suskhi igrdznoba

Shuakhnis asak’vs didi khnis ts’in gadavabije

Im chem gazapkhuls, im chem zapkhuls,

Im chem otsnebebs

Verts shemodgoma, verts zamtari, ver damavits’qebs

Translation:

The sky is joyless and the leaves have turned yellow

The year has already wept several times

It’s autumn and the sea looks gloomy

It's as if nature is hanging like a sleepy tear

What color is the earth and sky there right now?

Did anything unexpected happen on my ground?

The leaves there fall differently...

Oh God, I wish to look down on my yard!

Who knows how it happened so fast

Only the short springtime stays in our mind

Oh how I wish that evening wouldn't come

Oh how our lives resemble these falling leaves

In my heart is already the frost of autumn

I am not a middle-aged man anymore

But winter and fall cannot force me

To forget my dreams of spring and summer.

Ts’aiqvanes Tamar Kali

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Ts’aiqvanes tamar kali apkhazetshi, dieloda

Mots’ame khar shen sakartvelo

Lurja tskhenits sheuk’azmes tamar kalsa, dieloda

Mots’ame khar shen sakartvelo

Didubeshi ikorts’ina tamar kalma, dieloda

Mots’ame khar shen sakartvelo

Translation:

Tamar Has Been Taken

Young Tamar has been taken to Abkhazia

You are the witness, Georgia

They gave Young Tamar a beautiful gray horse

You are the witness, Georgia

Young Tamar was married in Didube

You are the witness, Georgia

Ts’amodi Ts’agiqvan

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Sad mikhval p’at’ara, sad gechkareba

Migelis lamazo tsisper tvaleba

Sevdiis amara rat’om damt’ove

P’at’ara chemo p’at’ara

Ts’amodi ts’agiqvan miuval mtebshi

Dagik’rep qvavilebs chagatsnav tmebshi

Sevdiis amara rat’om damt’ove

P’at’ara chemo p’at’ara

Translation:

Where will you go, little one

Where are you hurrying to be?

Migel’s beautiful light-blue eyes

Why have you left me with sorrow

My little one, little one

Come, and I'll take you to the mountains

I will pick you flowers

And braid them in your hair

Why have you left me with sorrow

My little one, little one

Tskhra Dzma Kherkheulidze

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Es aprenili papari

Tu mshobliuri nislia

Visia tskhra bedauri

Tskhra damakht’uli visia

Sait ts’avidnen ra iknen

Rat miat’oves rashebi

Mkhedrevo ase uts’qalod

Rat miat’ovet rashebi

Rashebi tamash-tamashad

Brdzolebshi natamashevi

Erti matgani dach’rili

Droshas ubeshi malavda

/Its’va siskhlisgan datslili

K’urtkheul iqos marada/

Translation:

The Nine Brothers Kherkheulidze¹

These flying manes

This native fog

Whose full-blooded horses are these?

These nine broken horses, whose are they?

What happened, where have they gone?

Why did these fast horses leave?

For riders – You are now without water 

And the swift horses have left

They are now sparring playing

Playing amidst the fighting

One of the men is wounded

He hides a flag in his bosom

He lies down, empty of blood

May Marada be sanctified!²

¹During the 1625 Battle of Marabda against the Iranian army, nine Georgian brothers died alongside their sister and mother defending the homeland.  

²The Iranian Safavid army defeated the Georgian forces in the Battle of Marabda on July 1, 1625.

Tskhvari Shavshale Mindorze

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Tskhvari shavshale mindorze

Sadats rom utskho mkharea

Me tviton kedze ts’amovts’ek

K’ek’lutsad mokris karia

Nabadshi shemomepara

Vighats utsnobi kalia

Shemovekhvie vak’otse

Mosk’ovis ghili gavkhseno

Gajavrda shemomit’ia

Ras shvrebi dzaghlis nasheno

Deda kho gamijavrdeba

Am ghame rogor davk’ero

Translation:

I Let the Sheep Scatter Over the Field

I let the sheep scatter over the field

On land that was foreign to me

I, myself, layed on the ridge

In the flirtatious, puffing wind

To the shelter of my nabadi¹

There came a stranger woman

I hugged and kissed her

Opening the buttons of Moscow²

She was angry and said,

What are you doing, you bastard!

My mom will be angry with me!

How am I supposed to sew at night?

¹A shepherd’s long, heavy wool cloak.

²This is a reference to the fact that the stranger woman in the poem is Russian. There is a connotation in Georgia that Russian women are promiscuous.

There is no English translation available for this song. If you are able to provide one, please include it in an email to TsutisopeliProject@gmail.com and we will update the page.

Tskhvari Tu Giqvars Lamazi

Ilt’ov tsremlebad nadeno, net’av ra migechkareba

Bari tu giqvars lamazi, mtebits khom sheni mkharea

Vk’vdebodi sheni shishorit, gnakhe da gavikharia

Sheni khevebis khmauri, qachaghis salkhinaria

Sheni sajikhve k’ldeebi, sheni t’qe nabinaria

Ak sadadirod movsulvar da arts ise didikhania

Ar gamilaghdes dushmani,

Mt’ers ar vegono mk’vdaria

Uchemod libo magari mt’ertagan naokhralia

Lishoshi chemi sakhl-k’ari shavs mits’as daut’ania

Sh’adi bakht’rion gariqe da rats ekhla dagibaria

Sats’olis gorze viknebit ertad chven samni dzmania

Ashalos shaveb razmebi ch’ulakhebs naomaria

Imodes topis griali, kheveb dasdzakhon bania

Ighebebodes ts’itlada mtisa bakhi mts’vanea

Sakhlshi aravin brunavdes ambavis shemomt’ania

Mets khevis p’irze vk’vebode mdiiodes sikhlis ghvaria

Ilt’os sats’qinar it’qodes, p’ir-tavkve chamdinaria

/Daghondes chemi lamazi, p’irimze uts’qinaria/

Ara vtkva shenze augi, sagonebelo dznelada

/Shen ertaderto qvavilo, t’urpats k’akhetis velada/

Rogor gaigon, gogia ram mok’la uch’irvelada

Shors sadgats gadamagdeben

Dzaghlebis sach’mevelada

Ts’qlebi Ts’lebs Gaiq’oleben

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Ts’qlebi ts’lebs gaiq’oleben

Chveni tushetis mtebzeda

K’vlav imghereben kalebi

Sevdian tushur khmazeda

K’vlav chava tushis kalts’uli

Ank’ara ts’qaros ts’qalzeda

K’vlav sheirkheva nats’navi

Chamosholt’ili t’anzeda

Net’av tu mogagondeba

Sheni sitsotskhlis khanzeda

Net’av tu gagakhsendeba

Rat’om get’rpodi razeda

Translation:

The years are flowing down the waters

Of our Tushetian mountains

Women will keep singing

Songs with sad voices

A Tushetian maiden will keep

Descending to the pure spring

Her braid will keep 

Waving against her slender body

If you are to remember anthing

During the course of your life

I hope that what you will remember

Is the reason why I loved you so much.

Ts'minda Giorgis Khat'is Perkhulisa

Vakhsenoto, ghmerto vakhsenot

Mere bat’onio chvenio

Vakhsenoto, ts’minda giorgi

Ek’lesiazeo mdgario

Aralalo ver gavigone

Vakhsenoto ts’minda giorgi

Ek’lesiazeo mdgario

Translation:

Saint George Round Dance 

Praise God!

And then our Lord,

Praise Saint George

Standing in our church

I cannot hear the sound of singing

Praise Saint George

Standing in our church

Instrumental.

Ts'qali Arghunis Davlie (Mzekalo)

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Ts’qali arghunis davlie

Shen daginakhe, mze kalo

Shat’ilis tsikhes tsetskhls mivtsem

Tushet ts’agiqvan, mzekalo

Iebs dalalshi chagik’rav

Tetronze shegsvam, mzekalo

Khitanas k’urat’s shevutkvam

Jvars gadagts’erav, mzekalo

Mdevars shav k’ldestan davkhvdebi

Vazhas aludas dzmebtano

Arkhot’shi ambavs gavat’an

Guls amogiglej, mzekalo

Translation:

I drank from the waters of the Arghuni¹

And I saw you, sun woman

I will set fire to your Shatili's fortress

Capture and take you to Tusheti

I will weave violets into your braid

I will help you mount a white horse

I promise to sacrifice a buffalo

I will bless you at the shrine

I will take the news to Arkhoti²

I will tear out your heart, sun woman

¹The Argun River flows through Shat'ili and into Chechnya in the north Caucasus.

²An isolated valley in the northeast highland of Khevsureti.

Ts’qali Arghunis Davlie (Mzekalo)

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Ts’qali arghunis davlie

Shen daginakhe, mze kalo

Shat’ilis tsikhes tsetskhls mivtsem

Tushet ts’agiqvan, mze kalo

Dek’is taiguls mogartmev

Lurjazed shegsvam, mze kalo

Tushetshi dagsvam dedoplad

Chemtan iknebi, mze kalo

Korts’ils gavmartav tushetshi

Arts’ivs gavapren mzestano

Maqrad movits’vev varsk’vlavebs

Shenzed vilotseb, mze kalo

Iebs dalalshi chagits’nav

Gvirgvins dagadgam, mze kalo

Khitanas k’urat’s shevutkvam

Jvars gadavits’er, mze kalo

Translation:

I Drank From the Waters of the Arghuni

I drank from the waters of the Arghuni¹

And I saw you, sun woman

I will set fire to Shatili's fortress

Capture and take you to Tusheti

I will bring you a bouquet of rhododendron

And place you atop my gray horse

And crown you the queen of Tusheti

You will be with me forever, sun woman
 

We shall be married in Tusheti

I will fly an eagle to the sun

The stars will be our wedding party

And I will pray for you, sun woman

I will weave violets into your braid

And place a crown on your head

I promise to sacrifice a buffalo

And I will cross myself, sun woman

¹The Argun River flows through Shatili and into Chechnya in the north Caucasus.

Tu Ar Shegisvams Abanos Khevshi

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Tu ar shegisvams abanos khevshi

Shen grili ts’qali nazhuri mtisa

Ar gisuntkia supta haeri

Gadmoprkveuli maghali k’ldisa

Tu ar ginakhavs vits’ro bilik’i

Vits’ro bilik’i nak’veti k’ldeze

Ar gagishlia p’at’ara supra

K’okht’ad mochitul tushetis mtebze

Ar gdzinebia sip’is k’edlebshi

An p’irkapian khevis khmaurze

An sajareshi tushetis ghames

Ar gitsek’via tushur garmonze

Sheni p’ir-sakhit tushur qvavilebs

Tu ertkhel maints ver eambore

Mtidan gaktseul tsremlian nislebs

Sit’qva ver utkhar ver moepere

Ar daik’vekho sheni tusheti

Da arsad ar stkva, rom shen tushi khar

Radgants tushta am siamaqes

Sheni tvalebit ar shekhebikhar

Translation:

If You've Never Drunk at Abano¹

If you've never drunk at Abano

The cool water from the mountains

If you've never breathed the clean air

Shed from the high cliffs

If you've never seen 

The narrow path over the cliffs

If you've never laid out a little feast

In the patterned mountains of Tusheti²

If you've never slept against the earth

Or to the noise of the windy gorge

Or in the Sajare,³ in the night of Tusheti

If you've never danced to the Tush garmoni⁴ 

If you've never kissed

The flowers of Tusheti 

If you've never caressed  

The tearful fog escaping the mountains

Then don’t brag about your Tusheti

Don't say aloud that you are Tush

Because you have yet to experience

The pride and beauty of Tusheti

¹Abano is the name of the pass between Kakheti and Tusheti, 2,850 meters high. It is the highest drivable pass in the Caucasus Mountains.

² A highland in northeast Georgia. Read more about Tusheti here.

³ Village place of gathering, especially for important holiday rituals like on Christmas

⁴A button accordion that originated in Russia and plays an important role in the musical tradition of the Tush in Georgia, as well as in other regions throughout the Caucasus. Read more about the garmoni here.

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Turme Amistana Dardi Arsad Tkmula

Turme amistana dardi arsad tkmula

Guls ar dat’eula, mits’ad gadmosula

Da am chems ezoshi iad amosula

Utsker am chems ezos, tskera ar mts’qindeba

Ak samotsi jishis qvavili brts’qindeba

Nela shemokhenit ak ezos k’arebi

Qvavils nu mosts’qvet’avt, nu gaek’arebit.

Mag azrit moukhmet’? qvelam p’at’arebs

Qvavili tsodvaa, vegar gaikharebs

Am chems gulshi dardi chakhlartula

Mits’as dagmosula, vardad amosula

Da chemi dardebi sadgats gapant’ula

Turme amodebi dardi arsad tkmula

Guls ar dat’eula, mits’ad gadmosula