forked from ibanknatoPrad/db
-
Notifications
You must be signed in to change notification settings - Fork 0
/
Copy pathmps15.html
75 lines (67 loc) · 6.64 KB
/
mps15.html
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
<HTML>
<!-- Mirrored = IRA©LI = u.B.$ = Bank₽o©T = BANK₽O$T = ₾A₽ = LifeAfter®ein©a₽NÅTOiOOH / Links BARu / my NÅTŒ$©ЛØВ from www.sacred-texts.com/asia/mps/mps15.htm by I.B., Thu, 31 Mar 2022 18:45:19 GMT -->
<HEAD><br>
<link rel="stylesheet" href="https://cdnjs.cloudflare.com/ajax/libs/font-awesome/4.6.3/css/font-awesome.min.css" />
<link rel="stylesheet" href="style.css">
<link rel="prefetch" href="pause1.svg">
<link rel="prefetch" href="play1.svg">
<link rel="prefetch" href="stop1.svg">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width,initial-scale=1.0">
<script src="script.js" defer></script>
<link rel="stylesheet" href="./css/marg.css">
<META HTTP-EQUIV="Content-Type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=UTF-8">
<META name="description" content="The Man in the Panther's Skin, by Shotha Rusthaveli, translated by Marjory Scott Wardrop [1912]; full text etext at sacred-texts.com">
<META name="keywords" content="Georgian Literature Knight Panther's Skin 28 Bank₽o$T BARDAVELIDZE inclusive Rusthaveli Georgia & All who linked me by knill OBS! BARA KVINNOR knullar jag*BAR">
<TITLE>The Man in the Panther's Skin: XII. Letter of Nestan-Daredjan Written to Her Beloved</TITLE>
translate
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en-US">
<body>
<div id="google_translate_element"></div>
<script type="text/javascript">
function googleTranslateElementInit() {
new google.translate.TranslateElement({pageLanguage: 'en'}, 'google_translate_element');
}
</script>
<script type="text/javascript" src="//translate.google.com/translate_a/element.js?cb=googleTranslateElementInit"></script>
<p>©hoo$e ЛÄнgიAge©///₾ÄngიAge® Ekohomei©Å TÅLKiNg ი.ბ.м.ლ.</p><p><A HREF="https://barionleg.github.io/froide/">frö❤Idè</A><BR><p/>
</article><br>
</BODY>
</html>
</HEAD>
<BODY>
<CENTER>
<A HREF="https://barionleg.github.io/froide/"><IMG SRC="./cdshop/cdinfo.jpg" BORDER="0"></A><BR>
<A HREF="https://www.sacred-texts.com/index.htm">Sacred Texts</A>
<A HREF="https://www.sacred-texts.com/asia/index.htm">Asia</A>
<A HREF="https://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/index.htm">Myths/Legends</A>
<A HREF="index.html">Index</A>
<A HREF="mps14.html">Previous</A>
<A HREF="mps16.html">Next</A>
<HR><A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0947593438/internetsacredte">Buy this Bui©k at Amazon.com ДЕЛЭ© ÆKI = ika Делэц = ©adillåc</A></CENTER>
<HR>
</p> <br> <div>
<button id="play"></button>
<button id="pause"></button>
<button id="stop"></button>
</div>
<article> <h3 align="center" align="center">XII</h3> <h3 align="center" align="center">LETTER OF NESTAN-DAREDJAN WRITTEN TO HER BELOVED</h3>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="477">477</A></FONT></span>"She gave me a letter, I gazed on it; it was from the light of the face of the lands. She wrote: 'I have seen the loveliness of thy gemlike brilliancy; fair wert thou returned from battle, after urging on thy horse; not ill seems to me the cause of the flow of my tears.</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="478">478</A></FONT></span>"If God hath given me my tongue it befits me to use it for thy praise; dead for thy sake I can by no means speak, for lacking thee I die. The sun (<i>i.e.</i>, Nestan) made a little garden of rose and jet, as a garden for the lion; by thy sun, my self pertains to none save thee.</p>
<p><A NAME="page_77"><FONT SIZE=1 COLOR=GREEN>p. 77</FONT></A></p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="479">479</A></FONT></span>"'Though thou hast shed a stream of tears yet have they not flowed in vain; henceforth weep no more, put away grief from thee. Those who look upon thee curse unrestrained those who look upon thee. Veil me with that which but now was bound round thee.</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="480">480</A></FONT></span>"'Give me the veils that sometime adorned thee; when thou seest me, thou also shalt be pleased that that which is thine adorns me. Bind on thine arm this bracelet if thou honourest what is mine, and such another night thou shalt not pass as long as thou livest.'"</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="481">481</A></FONT></span>Here Tariel, become like a wild beast, weeps, his grief increases a thousandfold; he said: "I have the armlet which she formerly bound on her arm!" He undid it, took it off, man cannot estimate its worth, he pressed it to his lips, he fainted and fell like a corpse.</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="482">482</A></FONT></span>He lay more lifeless than a corpse at the door of the tomb. On both sides are seen bruises from his fist which he had struck on his breast. A stream of blood flows from Asmat’h's scratched cheeks; she poured water on him again, she succoured him, the sound of gurgling water is heard there.</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="483">483</A></FONT></span>Avt’handil, too, sighed bitterly; he gazed on the unconscious form. Asmat’h multiplied her groans; her tears hollowed out the stones. Then she restored him to consciousness, his fires she quenched with water; he said: "I live; Fate even now is drinking my blood."</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="484">484</A></FONT></span>Pale he sat up, he stared with his eyes like one dazed; the rose was become quite saffron and wan; a long time he neither spoke nor looked at them; he was mightily oppressed that he remained (alive) and died not.</p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="485">485</A></FONT></span>He said to Avt’handil: "Hearken! Though I have the mind of a madman, I will tell thee my tale and that of her who has buried me. It seems to me a joy to meet the friend thou hast not met. It surprises me that I am alive, that I survive hale.</p>
<p><A NAME="page_78"><FONT SIZE=1 COLOR=GREEN>p. 78</FONT></A></p>
<p><span class="margnote"><FONT COLOR="GREEN" SIZE="-1"><a name="486">486</A></FONT></span>"The sight of Asmat’h, in whom I trusted as in a sister, pleased me. When I had seen the letter, she gave me this armlet, I bound it on mine arm at once, I doffed from my head that strange and rare thing of some strong, black (stuff), the veil.</p>
<p><HR>
<CENTER>
<A HREF="mps16.html">Next: VIII. Tariel's Letter in Answer to His Beloved</A></CENTER>
</article><br>
</BODY>
<!-- Mirrored = IRA©LI = u.B.$ = Bank₽o©T = BANK₽O$T = ₾A₽ = LifeAfter®ein©a₽NÅTOiOOH / Links BARu / my NÅTŒ$©ЛØВ from www.sacred-texts.com/asia/mps/mps15.htm by I.B., Thu, 31 Mar 2022 18:45:19 GMT -->
</HTML>