JUST THE DISTINGUISHED
RECOGNIZE THE COMERS
The present flees the existence,
Somewhere else will doze the rise.
We’ll be left just with the future,
And, at last, that’ll open our eyes.
We must grasp the ABC of the world,
We must feel the world’s breath,
And not let the water we’ve bathed in
Wash away our life or death.
Just the superior recognize the comers,
Just the distinguished advance,
And those who are sincere and frank,
Bathe in the rays of the sun.
14.1O.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written with clarity, vision and purpose. A very wise and realized poem. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra