You Haven’t Wasted The Gift For Ascension… Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

The dreamer stumbled and fell…
To reach the peak was his intention.
He fell in the abyss, and grieved,
But didn’t give up the ascension.

The great power dispersed in the abyss,
It found its abode in the break,
The virtue still rooted in the ravine…
But who’d tell about that the peak?

The mount still cherished the virtue,
With its inner light the virtue kindled…
The mount raises to Heaven the earth,
Its soul is lit up like a candle.

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Translated from Georgian