Nature has woken, Dead have risen, Finally, The long-awaited celestial wax, Has fallen upon me, completing its act, Upon mountains snow has already melted, On gorges, barks the torrent, with madness it has been infested, On the side, Aragvi has begun to yell, With Mtkvari river, joining in, as well…
A pursuer he has become, To cranes, which transition, An eagle, who is all alone, chasing them! In a row, a lot of them stand, that is their position, He is saddened by their run, As the road that eagle followed, was won, They were wanderers, coming from nowhere, With celebration and calls without care, […]
What created me as a human being? Why did I not come as rain? I could have been forever On clouds core and chest, as bead and chain, Always ready to fall on the ground, As a cold or snowy little grain, My elder would never sacrifice me, In such a dreadful manner, as is […]