To Tekla Inashvili

Take me with you to your faraway land –

Enchanting, it summons in my dreams for me.

Kiss me on my cheek while, holding my hand,

Lead my step as a brother forever with thee,

Across all the marvels which our eyes can see!

Immured as an exile among those of my own,

Never to experience any gesture kind,

Accursed as a wretch to wander all alone –

Sister of my soul, the purest I could find!

Hear me as I cry in my hour of plight!

Veer my path into a direction so bright,

Into where my hopes and dreams in lethargy lie.

Let me forget that I deserved to die –

Into the valleys linger with me for the night!