Namgalo (Glesam Da Glesam)

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Glesam da glesam namgalo

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Gasurisa mlesavita

Gasch’er gamidzegh ts’inao

Bich’o da guri shemosula

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Ghelavs bzinavs okros perad

Uplis tvali shig t’rialebs

Modit nakhet tu ar gjeret

Haralali da haralalo

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Herio bich’o he he

Hei da qanasa he

Amistanasa he

Mousvi bich’o he he

Namgalo bich’ebo namgalo

Haralali da arkhalalo…

Haralali da arkhalalo

He he hegi oga…

Haralali da genatsvale

Qanao okro zurmukht’o

Pekhis didebav qanao

Uk’urtkhos imis marjvenam

Ert dghes amogiqvanao

Haralali da arkhalalo

Translation:

The Sickle

I sharpen and sharpen the sickle

The sickle, my iron

Next to the sharpener

The sickle, my iron

Cut away and lead me ahead

A boy has entered

The sickle, my iron

Glitters gold

God’s eyes turn inside of it

Come and see if you do not believe

Herio, boy he he

Hei da the field he

Like this he

Do it, boy he he

The sickle, boys, the sickle

Haralali da arkhalalo

Haralali da arkhalalo

He he hegi oga

Haralali da genatsvale

Fields of gold and emerald

Praise the feet that stand on you

Blessed be the right hand

Of he who has led you here

Haralali da arkhalalo

P’irvelad Kali Gavitsan, Shairi  

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Heo heo hari haraleo

P’irvelad kali gavitsan          

Tvalze shavkhedeo

Kalma damits’qo qurebi      

Tavi chaghuneo                     

Sidedrma gadmip’at’ija          

Gverdit mivujdeo

Haralalo hari haralalo

/Harali hari haralo, Hari haralalo he/

Damichurchrula bich’ebo

Kali chak’otsneo

Amovighe meo da khelshi chavudeo

Movekhvie da vak’otse shen genatsvaleo

Shenze k’argi kveqanaze

Vervina vnakheo

Haralalo…

Vazhk’atsi iqo jeili

Sanishnad emzadebode

Chaitsvai da daikhuroi

Tvali arvize rchebodei

Igeti vardi mots’qvit’oi

Romelsats shamats’vebodei

Sul t’quili gamouva

Maghal ro ebghot’ebode

Haralalo…

Ak erti bich’i gamodis

Dzaan ibghindzeba

Natkhoari kamari ak

Ts’elze aria ts’vdeba

Mitats chokha chautsvia

Male geekheva

Haralalo…

Rad ginda bich’o kamari

Gamt’qia ts’elzeo

Me rom sheni sakhli vnakhe

Mibmuli leghvzeo

Translation:

A Joke Song

Heyo heyo hari haraleo

The first time I met a girl

I looked into her eyes

She looked back at me

As if telling me to lower my head

Her mother invited me

To sit next to her

She whispered to me, Hey boy

Go ahead and kiss the girl

I took it out and put it in her hand

I hugged her and kissed her

Oh my dear, I’ve never seen

Anyone better than you in this world

He was a brave young man

Getting ready for engagement

Putting his clothes and hat on

Don’t look at someone else

Pick a rose that you can reach

No matter how high you jump

Or it will be all in vain

There is a boy here

Who is acting all tough

He’s wearing a borrowed belt

That is too tight around his waist

His chokha¹ will tear on him pretty soon

Why do you need a belt, young man

To wear around you waist?

When I saw your house

It was tied to a fig tree.

¹Part of a traditional male dress of the Caucasus. There are four versions of the garment within Georgia, and it is linked to a strong sense of national pride. Read more about the chokha here.  

Lale

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Lale lale divlida lale

Chemo lamazo samshoblo

Shen k’i genatsvale

Gparavdet lomisis madli

T’anze ageskhad rk’inao

Khelt gep’qrat mch’reli makhvili

Rom mt’ers ar maalkhinao

Gamarjvebulsats gearnot

Ghmerti gidzghodet ts’inao

Didgoris velzed gikhmoben

Jogi dagskhmia mglisao

Kartvelo kheli khmals ik’ar

Sanam pranguli ch’risao

Tu guli rk’inisa gidzevs

Ikvets abjari khisao

Ts’minda giorgi daglotsavs

Alal martalis shvilsao

K’urtkheul mits’as gvartmeven

Mariam ts’mindanisao

Kartvels erti akvs samshoblo

Vervis ver mistsems ts’ilsao

Lale lale divlida lale

Chemo lamazo samshoblo

Shen k’i genatsvale

Translation:

Lale

My beautiful homeland

Shen ki genatsvale¹

May the mercy of Lomisi² protect you

Dressed in clothes of iron

With sharpened swords in hand

That won’t make the enemies happy

Be champions forever

God will lead you

You are called to Didgori Valley³

Packs of wolves approach you

Georgians, take your swords in your hands

Before you are cut by the dagger

Even if your heart is of iron

And your armour of wood

Saint George will bless you

The real son of truth

They are taking this blessed earth

Of Saint Mariam’s

Georgians have but one homeland

And they will share it with no one

My beautiful country

Shen k’i genatsvale

¹Literally me instead of you, (to take the hardships off of someone and onto oneself), this phrase is used as a term of endearment.

²Perched at 2,300 meters, Lomisi is the ancestral place of prayer for the Mtiul people.

³A valley near Tbilisi where the Battle of Didgomi was fought in 1121 between the armies of the Kingdom of Georgia and the Great Seljuk Empire.

Bindisperia Sopeli

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Ts’armavalia nateli sul mosachvenad brts’qindeba

Bindisperia sopeli upro da upro binddeba

/Ra aris chveni sitsotskhle chit’ivit gagviprindeba

Chvens nasakhlarze odesme balakhi abibindeba/

Imasats mok’led uvlia vints grdzlad gvegona iara

Shuks bneli shesch’ams vards ch’ia k’atsis guls dardis iara

/Mova sik’vdili uchinot ert ts’amshi agvqris iaraghs

Chven ras ts’avighebt im kveqnad skhvas ara ts’aughiara/

Ts’armavalia nateli sul mosachvenad brts’qindeba

Translation:

This fleeting light ostentatiously glitters as

Twilight-colored villages darken evermore

What is this life that will fly away like a bird?

Traces of us will be found in the waving grass

He who expected a long journey found it to be brief

Darkness eats light as worm eat the rose 

         and grief a man’s soul

Imperceptible, death will come and disarm us in a moment

What we take to the next world world,

         no one else before has taken.

Chveni Masp’indzlis Sasakhle

Chveni masp’indzlis sasakhle

T’urpad nagebi kvisao

Shig aris sma da ghreoba

Mudam zhams mariliani

Sma da sma unda ghvinosa

Khandiskhan shemodzakhilio

Translation:

Our Host’s House
 

Our host’s house

Is built beautifully of stone

Inside is drinking and festivities

Every moment, salty

For the wine must be drunk and drunk

And sometimes there is loud shouting, too

Diambego

Diambego, Diambego

K’argsa rames giambepo

Diambego kals gikeben

Gadmodgeba aivanze

Atamashebs brolis titebs

Gashlil khalichazedao

Translation:

I will tell you a good thing,

Diambego, Diambego,¹

They praise your daughter

She stands on the balcony

Letting her crystal fingers play

She lets her crystal fingers play

On the laid-out carpet.

¹Judges used to be called Diambegi.

Berik’atsi Var

Berik’atsi var nu momk’lav   

Qvela dagits’qebs gmobasa   

Sadats rom shemogeqrebi

Get’qvi shvilsa da dzmobasa

Sitsotskhlit p’at’ivi metsa

Es mere gamogadgebao

Translation:

I am an old man

I am an old man, don’t kill me

For everyone will condemn you.

Wherever I meet you

You’ll be my child and brother

Honor me with my life

For that will serve you later

T’urpani Skhedan Chardakhsa

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T’urpani skhedan chardakhsa

Arigeb charigebuli

Ts’in lurji supra ushliat

Zed ghvino morigebuli

Alalme shentsa da metsa

Sheni survili dametsa

P’ursa sch’amen da ghvinos smen

Simgheras ar it’qviano

Ar vitsi visi glovoben

Ar vitsi ar itsiano

Shen k’i genatsvale shena

Shen magre ram dagamshvena

Translation:

The Maidens Sit in the Shade
 

The maidens sit

In rows in the shade

In front, a blue supra¹ is spread

And on it, dutifully, is wine

To virtue, yours and mine!

To desire, yours and mine!
 

They eat bread and drink wine

They do not sing

I don’t know for whom they mourn

I don’t know, and they don’t know

Shen genatsvale²

What has made you so beautiful?

¹Supra is the Georgian word for both a tablecloth and a traditional Georgian feast.

²Literally me instead of you, (to take the hardships off of someone and onto oneself), this phrase is used as a term of endearment.