The cloud was raging in the sky,
Rain was falling down from the height.
The skies rejoiced… the star – the herald
Sent out the tiny sparks of light.
The swallow failed to find her nest,
She came across the crown of leaves,
And sang to the hotheaded she-wolf:
“Spring has come! Oh, what bliss! ”
The she-wolf gathered her fluffy cubs
She howled, at the sky she grinned…
Fish strewed their spawn over the stone,
And the water’s deep wound was healed.
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Translated from Georgian
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