A satire with a direct indication
Look out! You think
You’ve wiped out the sin.
But no! Don’t put on airs.
The find still sits beside you,
And you rock him in his chair.
Look out! You think
Your foe you’ve smashed.
But no! You’ve pushed
Your own friend,
And thrown him in the ravine.
Look out! You think
The lovely lass
Like an angel is fair.
But no! With other woman’s man
She has a love affair.
Look out! You think
That a steed
Waits for you
At the door.
But no! A donkey
Stands at the gates,
And when you mount him,
He just brays…
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Translated from Georgian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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