Ilia Chavchavadze Quote

No sound doth great the still of night;
My mother land in silence lies;
Yet oft is heard an anguished moan
As Georgia in her slumber sighs. I stand alone … the mountains, shades
The slumber of my land caress.
O God! O God! when will we wake
And rise again to happiness?

Elegy, p. 60 - Anthology of Georgian Poetry (1948)