Shot'ha Rust'havelli,
The Man in the Panther's Skin
(1912)
“ Thou art the fulness of all; Thou fillest us with Thy sun-like radiance. [1] If I praise Thee, how can I praise Thee? What can I say in praise of Thee, who art not to be praised by the intellect? Glory to Thee! Thou hast not slain me by the shedding of tears for them." [2] 898. Tariel said: "Ah, sister! for this have my tears flowed here. For that she erstwhile made us smile, Fate makes us weep in turn; 'tis an old law of the world, not one newly to be heard of! Alas! were it not for pity of thee, death would be my joy. 899. "If he be athirst, what sane, reasonable man would pour away water! ”
