He lost his way, and finding it,
Finds no abode… life’s cruel…
He again wants to find the way,
And he rebels against the rule…
The mankind labors and learns,
It’s so hard to overcome the turns.
The blackbird sings in the branches,
Impressive and clear are his tunes.
The experience – the right way of life,
No room for doubt, does you credit,
But only those who resemble Phoenix,
Gain wisdom, together with merit.
Translated from Georgian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem