Some Build Their Temple On The Mountains… Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

To the deceased Mother Miriam,
the head of the Convent

A monastery on the top of the mountain
Is lit up by the prayers of the nuns,
And Mother Miriam’s thoughts rustle
The green lawn bathing in the sun…

But the tomb-stone of the head of the Convent
Nowhere is seen, nowhere in the lawn…
Her followers, with good intention,
Have used it as a building stone.

Some build the temples up on the hills,
Some – down in the valleys and fields.
Some turn into the Garden the desert,
And some just dream of the deeds.

The gift for building is a blessed gift,
Building of temples – a good deed,
But the invaluable charity is
Not to forget the deceased.

27.O7.2OO4.

Translated from Georgian