Comprehension of many problems
Has been the object of strife,
And the wisdom of honored fathers
Was strewed like a ripe spike…
The tribe of sinners hurries to the sky,
The plunderer desires a thing veiled…
No one cares for the lost wisdom,
With the bird goes the taste of the grain…
16.07.1997
Translated from Georgian
irony well defined in these lines….. for my city has experienced lately the same, some misguided souls lost all wisdom and committed grave sin…. Well composed Abha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stark and well expressed! I'd like to second Abha on this... I liked the expression 'With the bird goes the taste of grain..' a neat turn of phrase indeed!