High above semeyu mountains,
Kazbek, your royal tent
It shines with eternal rays.
Your monastery in the clouds,
As in the sky soaring of the ark,
soars, barely visible, over the mountains.
Far, coveted Breg!
to b, said simply gorge,
Climb to the heights freestyle!
to b, in celestial cell,
In the neighborhood of God to hide me!..
