When the pain
Heedlessly
Wipes itself out,
When it is estranged
And alienated,
When you can’t recognize it,
You aren’t dead,
You’re still animated.
You must mind
That your happiness
Is turned into adultery and fall,
And that you’re perishing and rotting
In the cemetery of your own soul…
19.03.1978
Translated from Georgian
'You must mind That your happiness Is turned into adultery and fall, And that you’re perishing and rotting In the cemetery of your own soul…' The content of the poem is amazing. Love it. 10 for it.
good meaningful write...originated 30 years back in life...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow loved this one.....................