As the heavens, your eyes shine
How to kiss, sounds and melts
Your voice young;
Over the sound of a fairy speech,
For your single view
I am happy to pay handsome Sich,
Georgian My damask;
And he sometimes sweet shine,
And sweet sounds,
At the sound of that soul trembles
And the blood boils in the heart.
But life warlike and rebellious
Not teshus I have since,
As I heard your tender voice
And I met a cute look.