God’s garden bloomed around him; The plants' rainbow outfit bore traces of heavenly tears, And the curls of the vines curled, showing off between the trees Transparent green leaves; And the clusters full of them, Earrings like expensive ones, hung magnificently, and sometimes A timid swarm of birds flew towards them and again Mtsyri fell to the ground and again began to listen to the magical, strange voices; They whispered through the bushes, as if they were talking about the secrets of heaven and earth; And all the voices of nature merged here; In the solemn hour of praise, only the proud voice of a man was not heard.