Translations: the Bestest of the Best, NINETEEN, Aleksandr Pushkin, "На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла," THE HILLS OF GEORGIA LIE QUIESCENT

                                                                     Tallulah Gorge

Aleksandr Pushkin

(1799-1837)

 

На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла;
Шумит Арагва предо мною.
Мне грустно и легко; печаль моя светла;
Печаль моя полна тобою,
Тобой, одной тобой… Унынья моего
Ничто не мучит, не тревожит,
И сердце вновь горит и любит — оттого,
Что не любить оно не может.

1829

                                                                             d

                      Literal Translation

 Upon the hills of Georgia lies the murk of night;

Before my eyes the Aragva River roars.

I feel sad and at ease; my sorrow is bright;

My sorrow is full of you,

Of you, you alone . . . Nothing torments

Nor troubles my melancholy,

And my heart burns and loves anew—because

It cannot help loving.

 

d

 Literary Translation/Adaptation by U.R. Bowie

 The hills of Georgia lie quiescent, swathed in night;

Tallulah River’s rapids in the gorge below are raging.

I feel at ease with anguish; my melancholy’s bright,

Suffused with you, the anguish is engaging.

So full of you and you alone that sorrow

Seems not the least aggrieved by pain or woes;

My love flames up, will burn still on the morrow, 

For hearts cannot but burn when in love’s throes.                                                                                        

                                                                                            Date of translation: March, 2022

 

Translator’s Note

 I took the liberty of translating not only the poem, but also the setting, from the Georgian Republic in the Caucasus Mountains to the Appalachian Mountains of Eastern Georgia, U.S.A.