The Call Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

To the astral image

It can’t caress and fondle you at present,
It is locked up in the bodily prison.
If only it gathered its strength,
And made you share its reasons!

It needs a miracle for your sake,
For your sake, it needs alteration.
At times, we turn into clowns
Abating our wild passions.

But now, it doesn’t care for that,
It refuses to suspect and think
That you cherished someone’s desire,
That you satisfied someone’s thirst.

It needs a miracle for your sake,
For your sake, the ardor it needs.
Time flies and years assault us,
But the heart! The heart never yields!

It needs a marvel for your sake,
For your sake, it needs alterations…
For your sake, it grows more adaptable,
The astral body can cross the oceans…

Believe me, it’ll come, it’ll fondle you
With a dreamlike flutter in the air,
To heal your exhausted spirit,
And support you with tender care.

It needs a wonder for your sake,
For your sake, it needs alteration.
For the hearts “which near each other move”
Breath bears breath and expectation.

18.11.2OO2.

Translated from Georgian