Epilogue
1649
THEIR tale is ended like a dream of the night. They are
passed away, gone beyond the world. Behold the treachery
of time; to him who thinks it long, even for him it is of a
moment, I, a certain Meskhian bard, the bard Rust'hveli,
I write this.
1650
FOR David,1 god of the Georgians, whom the sun serves in
his course, I have put this story into verse, for his
entertainment who strikes terror from East to West,
consuming those who are traitors to him. rejoicing those
who are loyal.
1651
HOW shall I sing David's deeds, heroic, loud-sounding,
these wondrous tales of strange, foreign monarchs! Old-time
customs and deeds, praises of those kings, have I found
and done into verse. Thus have we chattered!
1652
THIS is such a world as is not to be trusted hy any; it
is a moment to the eyes of men. and only long enough for
the blinking of the eyelashes. What seek you, what do you ?
Fate is an insulter. For him whom Fate deceives not it is
better to be in both worlds.
1653
MOSE Khoneli praised Amiran, son of Daredjan; Shavt'heli,
whose poem they admired, praised Abdul-Mesia; Sargis
T'hmogveli, the unwearying-tongued, praised Dilarget'h;
Rust'hveli praised Tariel, for whom his tear unceasing
flows.

1David-the consort of Queen T'hamar.