Ilia Csavcsavadze idézet

“O mother! hear thy country's plea:
Nurture thy sons with spirits strong
Led by the torch of truth whose flame
Will banish ignorance and wrong.”

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Ilia Chavchavadze

Forrás: Anthology of Georgian Poetry (1948), Lines to a Georgian Mother, p. 59

“Ah here, O mother is they task,
Thy sacred duty to thy land:
Endow thy sons with spirits strong,
With strength of heart and honor bright;
Inspire them with fraternal love,
To strive for freedom and for right.”

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Ilia Chavchavadze

Forrás: Anthology of Georgian Poetry (1948), Lines to a Georgian Mother, p. 59

“No sound doth great the still of night;
My mother land in silence lies;
Yet oft is heard an anguished moan
As Georgia in her slumber sighs. I stand alone … the mountains, shades
The slumber of my land caress.
O God! O God! when will we wake
And rise again to happiness?”

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Ilia Chavchavadze

Elegy, p. 60
Anthology of Georgian Poetry (1948)

“The wood is decked in light green leaf.
The swallow twitters in delight.
The lonely vine sheds joyous tears
Of interwoven dew and light. Spring weaves a gown of green to clad
The mountain height and wide-spread field.
O when wilt thou, my native land,
In all thy glory stand revealed?”

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Ilia Chavchavadze

Spring, p. 61
Anthology of Georgian Poetry (1948)