Bobghiashvilis Simghera

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Aghara makharebs gantiadis gaskhivosneba

Arts kantmisaze mots’olili namgala mtvare

/Niavs mivetsi potolivit t’k’bili otsneba

T’k’bili otsneba undo gulshi davasamare/

/Ragha makvs met’i gapit’uli skheulis garda

Skhva danarcheni undo gulshi davasamare/

Krian dgheebi da mziani ar makhsovs erti

Bedtan brdzolashi otsdaati ts’eli gavida

/Ra ikneboda ra sidzunts’e ra jojokheti

Chemi tskhovreba rom damets’qo isev tavidan/

Translation:

Bobghiashvili’s Song

The morning no longer brings me happiness

Nor the sliver of the moon resting on the mountains

I surrendered a leaf to the breeze like a precious thought

I buried in my heart a sweet yet unreliable dream 
 

What have I got besides an exhausted body?

Everything else is entombed in my heart

The days blow away, I can't remember a sunny one

For 30 years I have struggled with fortune

What would this miserly place, this hell, have been

If I had started my life over again

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Borjomisi

Sakartvelos t’urpa mkhare agarak’i mziani

Akhaldaba ts’aghveri da tsemi bak’uriani

Mzetan mzestan dagvirgvinad umts’vervalo gshordebi

Mchvrebis ghrublit daparuli narianis k’ordebi

Tskhra ts’qaro da tsikhis dziri t’abats’quri narnari

Es borjomis kheoba da tvalts’armt’atsi baghnari

Ak rom ts’qaro mochukhchukhebs uk’vavebis ts’qalia

Ganik’urna samudamod vints es ts’qali dalia

Akhal sakhlebs agarak’ebs dauparavt kedebi

Titkos mts’vane nadzvnarebshi moschans tetra t’redebi

Gamotsotskhlda aremare bavshvta zhivil khivili

Qvelas p’irze apenia mzis nateli ghimili

Bralia Shavo Qorano

Music: Eter Maisuradze

Bralia shavo qorano

Chemis leshita zdzghebode

Chakhvide ch’alas ibano

Maghla mukhebze sjdebode

Uts’iok’ebde dabla bars

Maghla mtas emukrebode

Memre ikneba t’ialo

Topis nishanze zsgebode

Translation:

It is Your fault, Black raven

It is your fault, black raven

That you ate my decaying flesh 

Went down to the grove to bathe

And then sat high up in the oak trees

You caused trouble down in the fields

You threatened the high mountains

But then, raven

You are frightened by gunshots

Brudgori

Text: Davit Arindauli

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Madel moobaral qansheba

Lacharech lamnakh vakhara

Naqa kaskast’e don tivbosh

Dok’ shorosh soda hech’ana

Dapkherech donen mak khaen

Kabdghele dah guvalhana

/Riqenmak nail dughditosh

Brudgori hal guvalhana/

Ho ushne lamzur lam banuits

Chu buikhbalohen alhana

/So vap’ts’gelk’iho qanvilin

madel mobaral khaana/

Telzere qalchagh hal dakhin

Chamlish bak’alakhalana

/Qants’i chu malhar dotinchov

Dakhencho shendob alhana/

Donmakre nabad so bhopin

Nakokhre nhap’a takhana

/Hakhk’e ghanokhmo khets’cheso

Veghech garmone tatana/

Memtskhora kokhe tshen gepsu

Akhsa tsak’vana vakhana

/Geps khachush do halbopkhbien

Vukha k’okhakha vaana/

Bado vakhvalinchui amdats’i

Dashni tso tuqso alhana

/Dak’n lein tso levdomak’esh

Hamakhe is da khalana/

E dashni alhin se nanvash

Okra davita vaelo

/Sharn hal guvalha tsodeer

Siqvarul iats’i iaelo/

Translation:

I wonder if it's possible in my old age

To go up to the mountains

Resting the horse frequently

To satisfy the eyes and the heart

While looking here and there

Sitting on a sweaty horse

Going over the Kabd-Ghela pass

The tinkling sound of horseshoes

Brudgori can be seen up high

You are still such a beautiful mountain!
What would happen if you collapsed?

I wonder if you'd still know me,

Such an old man -

What mercy it would be

If you remembered me

I take the wineskin from the saddle-bags

To eat some delicious food

To pour drink into the mountain goat horn

To say a toast for those who have died

To take the felt shepherd cloak from the horse

To sleep in an old cabin

Maybe in a dream I will hear

The voice of the Tush accordion

To live alone in a shepherd's cabin

Like a wild animal for a week

To decorate the horse a week later

And return again to the plains

I grew up an orphan, uneducated

Words are not enough for me,

In order to say things
I can’t speak words with my heart

And for this, it feels so terrible!

These words were told to me

By my mother’s brother

David Arindauli

He wished to be anonymous

For love is so very heavy

Brudgori

Text: Davit Arindauli

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Madel moobaral qansheba

Lacharech lamnakh vakhara

Naqa kaskast’e don tivbosh

Dok’ shorosh soda hech’ana

Dapkherech donen mak khaen

Kabdghele dah guvalhana

/Riqenmak nail dughditosh

Brudgori hal guvalhana/

Ho ushne lamzur lam banuits

Chu buikhbalohen alhana

/So vap’ts’gelk’iho qanvilin

madel mobaral khaana/

Telzere qalchagh hal dakhin

Chamlish bak’alakhalana

/Qants’i chu malhar dotinchov

Dakhencho shendob alhana/

Donmakre nabad so bhopin

Nakokhre nhap’a takhana

/Hakhk’e ghanokhmo khets’cheso

Veghech garmone tatana/

Memtskhora kokhe tshen gepsu

Akhsa tsak’vana vakhana

/Geps khachush do halbopkhbien

Vukha k’okhakha vaana/

Bado vakhvalinchui amdats’i

Dashni tso tuqso alhana

/Dak’n lein tso levdomak’esh

Hamakhe is da khalana/

E dashni alhin se nanvash

Okra davita vaelo

/Sharn hal guvalha tsodeer

Siqvarul iats’i iaelo/

Translation:

I wonder if it's possible in my old age

To go up to the mountains

Resting the horse frequently

To satisfy the eyes and the heart

While looking here and there

Sitting on a sweaty horse

Going over the Kabd-Ghela pass

The tinkling sound of horseshoes

Brudgori can be seen up high

You are still such a beautiful mountain!
What would happen if you collapsed?

I wonder if you'd still know me,

Such an old man -

What mercy it would be

If you remembered me

I take the wineskin from the saddle-bags

To eat some delicious food

To pour drink into the mountain goat horn

To say a toast for those who have died

To take the felt shepherd cloak from the horse

To sleep in an old cabin

Maybe in a dream I will hear

The voice of the Tush accordion

To live alone in a shepherd's cabin

Like a wild animal for a week

To decorate the horse a week later

And return again to the plains

I grew up an orphan, uneducated

Words are not enough for me,

In order to say things
I can’t speak words with my heart

And for this, it feels so terrible!

These words were told to me

By my mother’s brother

David Arindauli

He wished to be anonymous

For love is so very heavy

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Buhekh Sert’ar 

Text: Giga Tsisk’arishvili

Halts’e ielhialo buhekha

Hank’ bal hal dak’lavbieno

/Samshobluin makda lemzrigo

Dets’ri dah maqditieno/

Chutokhat makherhlambolut

Mastkhuig dah ma tolditota

/E vai lamzur alvina

Kok’ik’el ma iahitota/

Hal dak’bakhk’bebat agbabghar

Turshaltev buhekh letino

/Lukhk’alti alhin bughbak’ush

Mastkhui dahkhachobieno/

Nani dovdalshun lamzura

Buhen she halbakhbieno

/Esh bekhchedoli datkhdughesh

Debuisa nipsodieno/

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Buhekh Sert’ar 

Text: Giga Tsisk’arishvili

Halts’e ielhialo buhekha

Hank’ bal hal dak’lavbieno

/Samshobluin makda lemzrigo

Dets’ri dah maqditieno/

Chutokhat makherhlambolut

Mastkhuig dah ma tolditota

/E vai lamzur alvina

Kok’ik’el ma iahitota/

Hal dak’bakhk’bebat agbabghar

Turshaltev buhekh letino

/Lukhk’alti alhin bughbak’ush

Mastkhui dahkhachobieno/

Nani dovdalshun lamzura

Buhen she halbakhbieno

/Esh bekhchedoli datkhdughesh

Debuisa nipsodieno/

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But Dah Hedbali Met’ekherna Halobalhana

But dah hedbali met’ekherna halobalhana

Metkha okrosper p’haniv sodah untso ot’ina

Tsen dah hopdali harch’i dokhk’a tkhaluch psarluina

Tkhaluch psarluna demon sana osht’i tshavevas

Ese nabiji soda tilhe ts’inap’ra bilk’ekh

Daha tarhlvalis udabnoha lelech matkhovrekh

Kiko khale se qonu ghelvi qonu dak’levar

Denish dat’in duit’ sok’i osht’i osht’i tshavevas

Un bets’so e mokh’ dot’uchkhango dah tso bisbelche

Tso habvichhes daghuch qonshiv mohe sakhsovar

Tsa dahlach’qiali tsego darou bakitsogua

Tkhaluch psarluina at’inch psarlun osht’i tshave vas

But Dah Hedbali Met’ekherna Halobalhana

But dah hedbali met’ekherna halobalhana

Metkha okrosper p’haniv sodah untso ot’ina

Tsen dah hopdali harch’i dokhk’a tkhaluch psarluina

Tkhaluch psarluna demon sana osht’i tshavevas

Ese nabiji soda tilhe ts’inap’ra bilk’ekh

Daha tarhlvalis udabnoha lelech matkhovrekh

Kiko khale se qonu ghelvi qonu dak’levar

Denish dat’in duit’ sok’i osht’i osht’i tshavevas

Un bets’so e mokh’ dot’uchkhango dah tso bisbelche

Tso habvichhes daghuch qonshiv mohe sakhsovar

Tsa dahlach’qiali tsego darou bakitsogua

Tkhaluch psarluina at’inch psarlun osht’i tshave vas

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Chemi Guli Zghvasavit Gelavs

Chemi guli zghvasavit gelavs,

Magram pikri ar mek’areba

Shen miqvarkhar dedasa vpitsav   

Shen, shen garda aravin miqvars  

Shen p’at’ara khar, sulmtlad p’at’ara         

Da chemi guli maints ts’aige                                   

Modi dapikrdi skhvaze nu gamtsvli

Am siqvarulis gzebits gaige

Sheni ch’irime rogor miqvarkhar                

Da siqvaruli tsetskhlshi chamigde

Chemo p’at’ara chemo p’at’ara                   

Chemi ts’arsuli shenats gaige.

Chemi Sakheli Darcheba

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Chemi sakheli darcheba

Chemi sakheli levani

Sanamden sakartveloshi

Its’urebodes mt’evani

Tskhra dzmat meated mimighes

P’irzed maqares vardebi

Gamzral gaqinul gatoshils

Damkhures muzaradebi

Tu gauch’irda samshoblos

K’vlav tsetskhlit davidagebi

Da gamovangrevt saplavebs

Chven kartvelis kedze davdgebit

Translation:

My Name Will Remain

My name is Levan

My name will remain

As long as Georgia

Presses grapes for wine

Nine brothers accepted me as their tenth

They covered me in roses

When I was frozen and cold

They gave me clothes to wear

If my country were in need

I would be so enflamed with anguish

To the point of desecrating graves 

We will stand on Georgia’s mountain-ridges

Chemi Sakheli Karo

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Martla medzakhdi tu utseb dagtsda,

Chemi sakheli karo

Shen jer bavshvi khar, da meshinia,

Ar shemiqvaro karo

Me meshinia ar moikhiblo,

Am damtskhvreuli gzebit

Am ats’ets’ili chemi tskhovrebit

Ghelvit ts’ukhilit gznebit

Ts’adi ikrole dzlier bevria

Vints chemze uk’et uk’et galobs

Ar vitsi gza hom ara geria

O ak ra ginda, ra ginda karo

Tskhvagan shukebits bevri untiat,

Sakhlits didi akvts kharots

Tskhovreba mattvis sap’nis busht’ia,

Shen tu daberav karo

Me k’i ukhednel velur rashivit,

Vghelav vintebi vtskharob

Sul skhva karishkhals vetamashebi,

Ar shemiqvaro, karo

Ts’adi ikrole dzlier bevria

Vints chemze uk’et uk’et galobs

Ar vitsi gza hom ara geria

O ak ra ginda, ra ginda kalo

Translation:

My Name, Which is the Wind

Did you really just call or cry to me

My name, which is the wind

You are but a child

And I fear you're falling in love with me

I am afraid you'll become charmed

By the ruined roads of my chaotic life,

Worried and confused in your thoughts for me

Fly away, there are many others

Who sing better than I!

Who knows, you may take the wrong road

But what is it that you want here?

There are other places with brighter lights

With bigger houses

They live in a soap bubble that you can blow away

But I am a wild horse, disturbed

Lit up and burned down

I'm a wind that plays with bigger tempests  -

Do not fall in love with me.

Chemi Samshoblo  

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Amoshukdi amobrts’qindi
Mzeo okros tmebiano
Gaikhare sakartvelo
Tval uts’vdenel mtebiano

Or zghvas shua monarnare
Mits’avis ar qvarebia
Shotas mkhares, vazhas mkhares
Vin ar gaukharebia

Amoshukdi amobrts’qindi
Mzeo okros tmebiano
Gaikhare sakartvelo
Gagimarjot kartvelebo!

Translation:

My Homeland

Rise and shine in your magnificence

You, the golden-haired sun

Glory to you, Georgia

And to the boundless mountains

Existing between two seas¹

Is a land loved by everyone

Shota’s² side, Vazha’s³ side

Who is not joyful?

Rise and shine in your magnificence

You, the golden-haired sun

Glory to you, Georgia

And to the boundless mountains

¹The Black Sea and the Caspian Sea.

²A twelfth century Georgian poet, author of the famous Knight In The Panther's Skin, and one of the greatest contributors to Georgian Literature. Read more about Rustaveli here.

³Luka Razikashvili (1861-1916) was one of Georgia’s most famous poets and writers. He wrote under the pen name Vazha-Pshavela, which literally means son from Pshavi. He was born and raised in the village of Chargali where a museum for him, opened in 1961, exists today.

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Chemo Tsitsinatela

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Shen gimgheri shen gigalob

Chemo tvalebmaqvala

Modi chemo sikharulo

Molodinma damghala

Dasats’velad ts’amek’idnen

Tsetskhlovani tvalebi

Qaqachosats sheshurdeba

Sheni bagis khalebi

Miqvars miqvars brolis mk’erdze

Sheni bagis chanchkeri

Sheni erti gaghimebit

Samudamod damch’eri

Net’av ristvis gamighime

Mzis skhivebze damts’velad

Vis aunte eg sinatle

Chemo tsitsi natela

Translation:

My Firefly

I'll sing to you, I'll serenade you

My blackberry-eyes

Come to me, my happiness

For I am tired of waiting

You are trying to burn me

With your fiery eyes

Even poppies are envious of the

Pretty birthmarks 'round your lips

I love your crystal breast

And the waterfall of your lips

With just one smile

You have eternally wounded me

I wonder why you beamed at me so

It burned worse than a ray of sun!

You illuminated me with that light

My firefly

Chemo T’urpa Sakartvelo

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Chemo t’urpa sakartvelo, okros pasia

Chemi leksi da simghera, ghvinis tasia

Minda shevsva sadghegrdzelo, me male, male

Chemo t’urpa sakartvelo, shen genatsvale

Shors ts’asvla genatsvale, sheni sakheli

Qoveli dghe da qovel ghame, modis mnakhveli

Silamazit dat’k’bebian, gulit kharoben

Lamazia sakartvelo, asi amboben

Translation:

My Beloved Georgia

My beloved Georgia is worth the price of gold

My poem and song is a bowl of wine¹

I want to drink a toast soon

To my beloved Georgia, shen genatsvale²

Your name has traveled far

Visitors come every day and every night

Your beauty sweetens them, their hearts are made happy

Hundreds are saying: Georgia is beautiful!

¹In eastern Georgia people traditionally drank wine from small clay bowls.

²Literally "me instead of you," (to take the hardships off of someone and onto oneself), it is used as a term of endearment.

Chvens Mkhareshi Tebervalshits Mudam Mzea

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Chvens mkhareshi tebervalshits hqvavis ia     

Gazapkhulis es p’irveli motsikuli                  

Chvens mkhareshi tebervalshits mudam mzea 

Da siqvaruls vit sagules edzebs guli, chvens mkhareshi                    

Tebervalshits mudam mzea

/Da siqvaruls vit sagules, edzebs guli/                    

Naadrevad ipurchkneba chvenshi vardi            

Da mertskhalits naadrevad dadgams budes      

Mets imit’om naadrevad shemiqvardi             

Shen chems gulshi mertskhalivit daibude, mets imit’om                               

Naadrevad shemiqvardi                                 

/Shen chems gulshi mertskhalivit daibude/   

Shen khom chemi tviteuli suntkvats itsi           

Aba ra makvs gulshi shengan damarkhuli        

Vardebis da qaqachota tsetskhlit its’vis          

Tebervalshi dats’qebuli gazapkhuli, vardebis da                   

Qaqachota tsetskhlit its’vis                               

/Tebervalshi dats’qebuli gazapkhuli/                           

Translation:

In our land violets bloom in February  

This is spring's first mediator

In our land there is always sun in February

And the heart searches for potential love

The rose flourishes prematurely

And swallows make their nests early

Because of this, I too loved you prematurely

You are in my heart like a swallow,

You have nested in it like a swallow

You know my every breath

There is nothing in my heart unbeknownst to you

What do I have buried in my heart from you?

Roses and poppies are burning like a fire

In February the spring has begun

Roses and poppies are burning like a fire

It’s February and spring has begun

Ch’ika Ghvino

Text & Music: Gogia K’avtiashvili

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Ch’ika ghvinit vadghegrdzelot sakartvelo

Ch’ika ghvinit dailotsos chveni eri

Ch’ika ghvinom gvidgheghrdzelos momavali

Gulk’etili gk’lavmagari mshvenieri

Ch’ika ghvinov shen chasakhldi oditganve

Siamt’k’bilad kartvel k’atsis gulshi zarad

Ch’ika ghvinit p’at’ivi vtset am chvens mamuls

Ch’ika ghvinis sadghegrdzelots iqos marad

Ch’ika ghvinov shen shemogvrchi eris gandzad

Ver ts’agleka veravitar drota zhamma

Ch’ika ghvinov dzlieri khar amiranze

Ch’ika ghvinov ver daglia mt’erta khmalma

Ch’ika ghvino ts’auktsiot chvens ts’inap’rebs

Ch’ika ghvinit shevsvat matis sadghegrdzelo

Ch’ika ghvino ar moak’ldes qvela ojakhs

Ch’ika ghvinit dagvelotsos sakartvelo

Translation:

Glass of Wine

Text & Music: Gogia Kavtiashvili

With a glass of wine let’s toast to Georgia

May our nation be blessed!

May this wine gives us longevity

To an honest, strong and beautiful future!

Glass of wine, you settled here a long time ago

You bring harmony to a Georgian man's heart

May we pay our respects to our ancestors

May we toast forever with this glass of wine

Glass of wine you remain the treasure of our nation

Nothing and no one can ever take you away, never

Glass of wine, you are as strong as Amiran¹

Even our enemies can't vanquish you

With this glass of wine let’s toast to our ancestors 

Let’s drink to their toast!

May there be no lack of wine for every family

With this glass, let's say Glory to Georgia!

¹Character in Georgian mythology, similar to Prometheus. Amiran is the son of Dali, the Georgian goddess of wildlife.  He defies God by bringing the use of metal to humans and in punishment is chained with his dog Kursha to the Caucasus Mountains. Similar to Prometheus, an eagle eats Amiran’s liver every day and he is healed every night.

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Ch’ivilat Khidis Ambavi, Shairi

Ch’ivilait khido daiberdi

Dabla dageshva qurebi

Agharts isrebi givarga

Sigrdzeze gadebulebi

Last’ebi damt’vreulia

Zevidan dats’qobilebi

Net’a ras pikrobs sopeli

Bich’ebs jabana shvilebi

Ert dgheshi gaik’etdebodi

Khelshi aighon tsulebi

Last’ebi maints dagits’na

K’rishit ar daikhurebi

Javrobden zogiertebi

Missive shinaurebi

Sadamde iqvnen su ase

Ukhidod dat’injulebi

Tu k’ ar gaak’etebden

Ristvis shak’ripes pulebi

Mts’qemsi k’atsi var ra giqo

Me k’i nu damemdurebi

Net’a dro mkondes shentvina

Shromas ar davits’urebdi

Menve davch’ridi isrebsa

Kharebit moatsurebdi

Vishvelebdi mushasa

Aravis moimdurebdi

Khisas k’args gagak’etebdi

Chem sakhlsats davakhurebdi

Chem dadgmul sakhlis k’edlebsa

Mtidan ar chamovqurebdi

Mets davjdebodi st’oltana

Supras ar davits’unebdi

Davtslidi ghvinis ch’ikebsa

P’irtavkve davabrunebdi

Tsetskhlze shavts’vavdi mts’vadebsa

Zed bukhars gavakhurebdi

Shin davts’vebodi loginshi da

Ch’rel sabans davikhurebdi

Chven Gviqvars K’avk’asioni

Text: Ivane Ts’ik’lauri

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Chven gviqvars k’avk’asioni

Gmirebis namukhlaria

Aema mtat gulisatvina

Ts’qdebodes mam-p’ap’ania

Jach’v ver udzlebda bektari

Gmirt hkonda mk’lavis jania

Mudam mt’ris molodinesa

Ts’elt shaukhsnelad khmalia

Sul mzas jghani da ts’riap’i

Chokhis ubeshi paria

Khevsurt ar tkvian vazhebo

Sit’qva k’och’li da mtsdaria

Pir hkonda gaut’ekheli

Nabch’obi napikralia

Omshi uts’evlad diodes

Gmirt gaats’qvian jaria

Shin k’i ar imalebodes

Tkvian gvjoboian k’ania

Translation:

We Love the Caucasus Mountains

We love the Caucasus Mountains

The steps of heroes

Our ancestors fought

For the heart of these mountains

Wearing shirts of iron

The heroes had strong, healthy arms

They always were ready for enemies

They always had swords on them

Their cleats were always prepared

On the bosom of their chokha,¹ a shield

You cannot say about the Khevsurs²

A word lame or false

They are steadfast

Their plans discussed, analyzed

They go to war

An army of heroes

They don’t hide at home, for they

Care not about the worth of their skin

¹ Part of a traditional male dress of the Caucasus. There are four versions of the garment within Georgia, and it is linked to a strong sense of national pride. Read more about the chokha here. 

² People from Khevsureti.