The Creator Is Your Warrantor… Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

He - who prospered thanks to the feud,
Was favored with the title of a henchman,
The false glory became a tombstone
To the wall mouldered by centuries.

Thanks to the free will of his protector,
He adapted himself to the hard times,
His life “inspired” with the evil thoughts
By the court-poets was prized…

They, too, gained profit from that,
Were awarded their cherished “prize”,
Their deceitful souls stormed and raged,
They thought themselves “great and wise.”

The coward called our truth a farce,
The ambiguous thing he said:
“The creator seems your warrantor,
Otherwise, you’d have lost your head…”

27.09.2002

Translated from Georgian