From The Future, In Reality I Carry Saplings Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

When I fell asleep and did not fall asleep,
Suddenly, I came across a beautiful city,
And there was a whisper:
Remain here and you will fly again!
Here you will find endless fun;
Here your homeland and your love,
Stay and you'll fly again!
But I could not,
In reality I have left an unspoken word,
Treacherous neighbors and
Homeland, very exhausted,
Candles which I have to light,
The love that I must reap,
The people who think, on the wings of poetry,
Burning tunes of inextinguishable archetypes;
Debt, there is debt;
He must be returned with thanksgiving;
From the future, in reality I carry saplings.
5.07.2002
Translated from Georgian