The green reflection in the glass door.
Automobiles hum below.
I don't think about my homeland.
Why should I? They killed her.
You, of course, will reproach me
For this, for not thinking.
But I only wait for three days to pass:
She will be resurrected in new flesh.
Отблеск зеленый в дверном стекле,
поют внизу автомобили.
Не думаю о моей земле:
что тут думать? Ее убили.
Вы, конечно, за это меня —
за недуманье — упрекнете?
Я лишь жду, чтоб прошло три дня:
она воскреснет — в новой плоти.
«I am submerged within the whistling / Of time's streams, my black cloak tearing. / I call the people, seek the prophets / That secrets of the heavens sing. I walk ahead with speedy gait, / And here - the rock, and you stand here / A mage in garland of the stars, / And with a wise smile ...»
«Laughing, delighting, and rebelling / In all her hopeless, endless angst, / In Mahendzhauri, near Batumi / She stood out lonely on the sand. She was so dignified and proud — / She thought herself a river, and / She naked went into the water / And touched the sea foam with her hand. R...»
«A white and lonely sail is flickering / Across the blue fog of the sea / What does he seek in far-off distance? / What did he leave in home country? The waves are playing — wind is whistling, / The mast of ship does bend and moan.. / Alas — happiness he's not seeking / Nor does fro...»
«So many stones have been thrown at me / That I don't fear them any longer / The trap an elegant tower has become, / Among tall towers, the taller. / I'm grateful to their builders — so be gone / Their sadness and their worry, go away, / Early from here I can see the dawn / And here...»