The Vaporous Wrath Melts In The Veins… Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

Someone calls out: “Let that man alone,
Take away from him your claws! ”
The stubborn thought opens its eyes…
“Let him sing to his land with his verse! ”
With such music and with such rhythm
The mankind perceives the universe.

Not many will be able to wake up:
Only those distinguished and honored,
And that candied wish, that thirst
Is an obstacle to those…
Who bury “for the future”
All the passions and storms…

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Translated from Georgian