Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Mamao ch’veno, romelits’a khar ts’at’a shina,
With tenderness I stand before thee on my knees;
mukhlmodrekili, lmobieri vdgevar shen tsina:
I ask for neither wealth nor glory;
arts’a simdidris, arts’ didebis t’khovna ar minda,
I won't debase my holy prayer with earthly matters.
ar minda, amit’ sheurats’kh-vhqo me lots’va tsminda...
I would wish for my soul to rest in heaven,
aramed mtsqurs me ganminat’ldes ts’it’ ch’emi suli,
My heart to be radiant with love heralded by thee,
shengan namts’nebis siqvarulit’ aghment’os guli,
Even if they pierce me in the heart:
rom mtert’at’visats’, romelt’ t’unda guls lakhvari mkran,
Forgive them: "Lord, for they know not what they do!"
gt’khovde: ”sheunde, - ar its’ian, ghmert’o, ras ik’man!”
Even if they pierce me in the heart:
rom mtert’at’visats’, romelt’ t’unda guls lakhvari mkran,
Forgive them: "Lord, for they know not what they do!"
gt’khovde: ”sheunde, - ar its’ian, ghmert’o, ras ik’man!”
