Sing not for me sad Georgia's songs,
My beauty, for they but remind me
Of distant shores and life that long
Ago, I sorrowing left behind me.

They but recall for me, too soon, -
Your melodies so mournful-laden -
The steppe and night - and by the moon
A face, a faraway poor maiden's.

And this sweet vision that once more
On seeing you, I soon forget it,
But when you sing - then as before
It once again is resurrected.

Sing not for me sad Georgia's songs.
My beauty, for they but remind me
Of distant shores and life that long
Ago, I sorrowing left behind me.