At The Gates Of The Pain - Poem by Janri Gogeshvili
The lust for search lay in ambush,
Awaiting the space-time,
And snatched the boundless love
From the second – from the while.
The greedy son avoided
His father’s glance.
And trusted his thoughts to the sky…
The wind dozed on the branch,
Then hurried to the bottom of the sea
The son waited at the gates of pain,
The parent couldn’t say his say…
Translated from Georgian
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