战斗，我听见密集的爆炸声，
昏暗中一切都不见了。
朋友们，我正在做着我必须做的，
任何赞美都是不必要的。
邋遢地闲躺着几天--
孤独，忘记那里---
我看见库那河的水，愉快安宁，
我的美丽的，第比利斯。
我的伤口流出鲜血，
死亡--反对我的抵抗...
但这儿有位护士偶然发现我
转而复生。
之后，我寻找她，
悲痛，如寻找我的新娘，亲爱的，
再也不会看到你了吗，
听不见她的任何消息。
Fighting, I heard the close blast,
And all was gone in dimness.
Friends, I was doing what I must,
And any praise is needless.
Laying for free days in a mess –
Alone, forgotten there –
I saw my Kura’s waters, blessed,
And my Tbilisi, fair.
Out my wound was pouring blood,
Death – crashing my resistance …
But here the nurse chanced me to find
And turned back to existence.
And after that, I look for her,
Grieve, as for my bride, dear,
Can never see her any more,
And nothing of her hear.
