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- Epilogue
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- 1649
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- THEIR tale is ended like a dream of the
night. They are
- passed away, gone beyond the world. Behold
the treachery
- of time; to him who thinks it long, even for
him it is of a
- moment, I, a certain Meskhian bard, the bard
Rust'hveli,
- I write this.
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- 1650
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- FOR David,1 god of the Georgians,
whom the sun serves in
- his course, I have put this story into verse,
for his
- entertainment who strikes terror from East to
West,
- consuming those who are traitors to him.
rejoicing those
- who are loyal.
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- 1651
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- HOW shall I sing David's deeds, heroic,
loud-sounding,
- these wondrous tales of strange, foreign
monarchs! Old-time
- customs and deeds, praises of those kings,
have I found
- and done into verse. Thus have we chattered!
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- 1652
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- THIS is such a world as is not to be trusted
hy any; it
- is a moment to the eyes of men. and only long
enough for
- the blinking of the eyelashes. What seek you,
what do you ?
- Fate is an insulter. For him whom Fate
deceives not it is
- better to be in both worlds.
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- 1653
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- MOSE Khoneli praised Amiran, son of Daredjan;
Shavt'heli,
- whose poem they admired, praised Abdul-Mesia;
Sargis
- T'hmogveli, the unwearying-tongued, praised
Dilarget'h;
- Rust'hveli praised Tariel, for whom his tear
unceasing
- flows.
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