On the Hills of Georgia

On the hills of Georgia lies the darkness of the night,
Aragva murmurs underneath.
I'm sad, yet light, my sorrow's bright,
My sorrow's filled with you.
With you, you only ... My melancholy,
Nothing can torment or disturb,
My heart, it burns and loves anew- because
It cannot live without loving.

* Translated by Nick and Dimitri Derkatch