The Wanderer Wasn’t Seen Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

A path is a footway, but a road as well…
It’s highly praised and hailed.
It remembers many a man
Who boldly blazed the trail.

His path ended at the summit,
It was a cradle of his feet.
The dream rises to the sky,
Along the divine path it flits.

He failed to give up the earthly lust,
He created the path of his dreams.
The rider (or the wanderer) wasn’t seen,
Neither the hoof-or-foot-prints…

The world is a cornfield – a place
Of everyday desires and fancies,
But the abode of the blessed
Will judge all the human species.

23.08.2000

Translated from Georgian