O sing, fair lady, when with me

　　O sing, fair lady, when with me

　　Sad songs of Georgia no more:

　　They bring into my memory

　　Another life, a distant shore.

　　Your beautiful, your cruel tune

　　Brings to my memory, alas,

　　The steppe, the night - and with the moon

　　Lines of a far, unhappy lass.

　　Forgetting at the sight of you

　　That shadow fateful, shadow dear,

　　I hear you singing - and anew

　　I picture it before me, here.

　　O sing, fair lady, when with me

　　Sad songs of Georgia no more:

　　They bring into my memory

　　Another life, a distant shore.