Khirchla Baburauli
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At’irdi khirchlai tsoli
Ghilian p’erangiani
Khirchlav nu ts’akhval midkhoshid
Sakhli gakv sokoniani
Ar daijeris khirchlam
Glekhi gadidda ch’k’viani
T’ut’il khvnen amaishvilni
Mandzili ar kharni rkiani
Zulik’a zamaishvils
Topi akv t’alk’vesiani
Ar gagatsilebs khirchlao
Gamartul akvis t’iali
Sheni mamk’lavi khirchlao
Mit-ors memeted jdebodes
K’arzed moudis mlotsavi
Pe-zed ar ts’amudgebodes
Translation
The following is a rough translation of the lyrics above. For more information about the story behind this song, refer to the About Song section.
Khirchla's wife falls to the ground in tears
Dressed in a button-down shirt
Crying, "Khirchla, Don't go to Midkho!
You have a house full of cattle to care for!"
Khirchla didn't listen
The peasant was too proud to hear
That the Amaishvili family in Midkho
Now has hammer rifles
From his rifle, Suika Amaishvili fired
Khirchla fell by his sword
Who will ever see a Khevsur like Khirchla?
Khirchla, the sword-bearer