To Eteri Tutberidze Poem by Liza Sud

Inasmuch as, Eteri, you displayed
Tsvetaeva's so altruistic verse,
The moon for your palm has become too small,
Because only the goddess speaks that way!

The key to win and immortality
Is this! Even to me you gave this drink!
To everyone! That makes the anger numb.
And too bright is your Planetary light!

And Envy always comes to the Daylight,
But will not manage to damage or nip.
And in your orbit the stars rolled around!
To all the children you've given to drink.

Thats true, that you are always simple, humble!
And that's why you are not afraid of knife!
And from their knees you suddenly may lift!
They'll go away! You certainly won't leave!