Janri Gogeshvili Poems

He - who prospered thanks to the feud,
Was favored with the title of a henchman,
The false glory became a tombstone
To the wall mouldered by centuries.
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That man openly kept on begging,
Others’ thoughts he tried to seize,
He seized others’ sacred wishes, –
Resembling the dismayed dream…
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An old bird is still a bird,
At dawn, he looks so pleased!
He flies and hops about as a birdie,
And twangs the strings to the breeze.
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Desire, wish sincere or
Rush without shore.
Forest need beasts.
Man impressions in passion
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The wild passions fade away,
Years pass, our time flits.
We stubbornly wait for the future,
The future - having no share in the dreams.
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To the distinguished ones
who remain unnoticed

They think they’ve left you out…
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The nudity dived into the mist…
Then it dressed, and came into the world,
In a new attire, with the blazing life,
And strived for taming a bird.
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I advise the disappointed and the hopeless
To treat with a song their pain,
To console and comfort their sorrow,
And, singing, create the “life-plain…”
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The sacred grief won’t let you age.
The moonlight, too, melts the ice.
You will behold the divine scenes,
There flows the torrent of respite.
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To the astral image

It can’t caress and fondle you at present,
It is locked up in the bodily prison.
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