WEAR YOUR MOURNING ATTIRE...
Go ahead, and call upon the new hopes,Slake their thirst with the nectar.
Who needs woman's eyes,
Full of malice and vice?
Wear your mourning attire
At the gates of your wishes...
Send out roots in your relish.
Tender is the day and wordless...
In the sky the knight vanishes...
Go ahead and call upon a tiny bird,
In its voice, reproach is heard...
I follow invisible notes,
The chased soul upon me calls...
I hear the moon breathe
In the rustle of leaves.
The thought – the steed of desire
Flies up to heavens...
Your absence does not make me blind,
Your absence is no weight on my mind...
I sank as a verse in the pool of mist,
I was born in the darkness of the Present,
I beheld the light in the soul,
I was born anew... I turned into one whole...
Woman's eyes inflame my heart,
Woman is my love and enchantment...
Others' rain has often soaked me through,
I've seized by the mane others' currents.
The great feeling has abandoned you,
You failed to see the frescoes of relish.
I remain faithful... I'll stay with you,
You just take care not to perish...
12.052002
Translated from Georgian...
Poetry by Janri Gogeshvili
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Written on 2010-05-19 at 11:59
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