O sing, fair lady, when with me

    Sad songs of Georgia no more：

    They bring into my memory

    Another life， a distant shore.

    Your beautiful， your cruel tune¹

    Brings to my memory， alas²，

    The steppe， the night - and with the moon

    Lines of a far， unhappy lass.

    Forgetting at the sight of you

    That shadow fateful， shadow dear，

    I hear you singing - and anew

    I picture it before me， here.

    O sing， fair lady， when with me

    Sad songs of Georgia no more：

    They bring into my memory

    Another life， a distant shore.