Georgia The Enchantress
To Ilia Chavtchavadze
Georgia , you enchantress, fill the torrid cup
With the lustful blood of your fiery vines
And with the azure liquid of your happy skies!
Majestic Georgia, friend of plain spoken snows!
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges - July 2012