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Abkhazia - the Soul Country |
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Ludmila Katsba
Bagrat Shinkuba
Bagrat Shinkuba is our poet,He was born in the village Chlou,The nature is so fine,This in his poetry he can showThe poems tells us many legendsFolk-tales are also heardHis love for Abkhazia is in his heart always,He always finds the better word.He gets his strengths from the nature,Which is around and he sees,The mountains, the sea and riversThe birds are singing on the trees.He is the son of his own country,The poet has such kind heart,The poet never stops his writing,In all events he is taking part.Sukhum 2000Bagrat Shinkuba
The road is shone by the moonlight, The road is running by, Why is the moon wrapped by cloudy flying shawl, And why is it so shy?
Throw off the vail and shine again, The moon let me have a look, I present you the song; it’s as the shining amber, Which from the sea I took.
Translated by Ludmila KatsbaSukhum Abkhazia, 1999 Bagrat Shinkuba
The stars sometimes are lifeless, tooAnd the scent is lost by the rose, But if the poem doesn’t excite you, It will be the worst the ungifted prose
It will sound as the cold wave, It will not passion with the hottest fire, And it will soon be forgotten, Its flame is not getting higher.
Translated by Ludmila KatsbaBagrat Shinkuba
The song of the Mahajir
Sleep! The waves are swinging you, The The sail groaning, it’s full of wind You are in the enemies ship and sleep.
Shish nuny, shish nuny Sleep my baby. You are in the exile… The heath is cold since long ago You are in the hands of evil power.
Your people parted from their land In such misfortune years The burning tears made sea saltier It was your tears that made it so.
With that your grief can compared? The worst is yet to come But remember your country dear, Love your county till you die.
Shish nuny, shish nuny Sleep my baby. You are in the exile… The heath is cold since long ago You are in the hands of evil power.
When you come to your house back Grow up for the parents, be well Tear off the hop from the rusty chain, At home you don’t feel in the heart the pain.
You will see the dusty sword in the corner The sword is terrible and cherished Take it by your strong hand This sword of the great flog has great honor.
This sword is valued more than life, It will stand up for your own people And the sword will give you power You will defend the land, the land is our.
Shish nanny, shish nanny, Sleep my baby. You are in the exile Long ago heath became cold You are in the power of the angry world.
Sukhum, 1999 Abkhazia Translated by Ludmila Katsba |
