Correction Of Mistakes Poem by Paata Shamugia

I have special regret for not making the mistakes
I could have made,
But I didn't
And missed
The very opportunity
To make a number of great ones.

And now it's too late to regret,
No use in fighting with the shadows-
You cannot throw yourself into the same mistake twice,
Impossible to parade oneself in front of it-
Never ever will it let you commit it gain.

And, throughout my life I have definitely made one or two mistakes,
Indeed, I have!
But they all were delicate, dangerous-
Slipping out of my hand,
And the very mistakes supposed to be mine
Now are being committed by others.

I often dream of them,
Meeting them in my dreams at night
As if I am making the biggest
And most intolerable ones,
And wake up with joy.

Extract from the poem 'Correction of Mistakes'

Translated by Inga Zhgenti