JG (1946; 31/I / The Republic of Georgia.)

The Fearless Strain Keeps Vigil…

THE FEARLESS STRAIN
KEEPS VIGIL…

You resemble that lonely dweller,
Who near the sacred sounds dwells.
“He’s moaning, ” rages someone,
“He revels, ” chatter the friends.
I have nothing against you, my friends,
I do smile, but I am troubled,
The fearless strain keeps vigil,
And startles us out of slumber.
The verse’s power scratches someone’s soul,
And fills him with anger and distress.
Even the child’s whine strains your heart,
The wind’s blaster, too, strains your nerves.
If the tune of such timbre embitters you,
Mind: that’s a remedy of some kind…
And the chilling tune of the “cold song”
Strengthens our heart and mind.
O verse! You flutter beyond the skies,
Your friends’ support makes you so proud…
Even the deaf feel the planet’s song,
And dream of hearing its sounds.
The power involved in the lines
Is valued by those,
Whose thoughts are deep,
The fearless strain keeps vigil,
And startles us out of sleep.

14.O9.2OO6.

Translated from Georgian

by Janri Gogeshvili

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