I advise the disappointed and the hopeless
To treat with a song their pain,
To console and comfort their sorrow,
And, singing, create the “life-plain…”
I advise them to follow the world’s breath,
For the birth to crave and strive,
What bliss to be born in fragrant dreams!
Death, too, rejoices at times.
And if into the earth’s bosom
The stubborn grief like honey drips,
Then, the pain, too, will gain the smile.
Smile broadly – the heart beats…
2O.O5.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
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