Ambavi Suramis tsikhitsa
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:18:08
The juice of pomegranates
burned my eyes.

:18:11
I still hear
the swishing sound of their sabers.

:18:16
Then they made me pick up
pomegranate seeds.

:18:24
At last, the Prince said:
:18:26
"Get ready, tomorrow morning
you'll go with my friend.

:18:30
From now on he will be your Prince.
:18:33
I'm exchanging you
for these two dogs.

:18:37
Go and bring your mother."
:18:41
My poor mother begged the Prince
to spare us.

:18:45
She reminded him how faithfully
our family had served his house,

:18:52
how diligently we had been picking
the best saffron for the Prince.

:18:59
The Prince was deaf to her entreaties.
They called up Kondakar.

:19:04
Kondakar only smiled at the Prince
obligingly and nodded his head.

:19:11
On the master's order, we were driven
to the field and put in a yoke.

:19:17
They made us thresh wheat.
:19:33
There, under the yoke,
my mother died,

:19:37
broken by humiliation and shame.
:19:43
I lost my senses grieving.
:19:46
Even my master, a tyrant that he was,
:19:48
came to himself after his drunken
stupor,

:19:51
and in terror began praying to God
to have mercy on him.


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