O Tender Sorrow Of My Childhood… Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

To Dali


O marvelous part of my soul,
O tender sorrow of those times!
I want to share with you, my sister,
These pinkish, dawn-tinted lines.

O tender sorrow of my childhood,
My dearest, graceful lass!
I’ll write in white on the cloud,
And send with the winds this verse.

When I think of you, I’m soothed,
There’s much to call back to the mind…
The rueful colors spread on my heart
And the grief, too, seem soft and mild.

Giaconda’s sacred smile on my lips
Won’t startle you, won’t surprise.
What’s so precious to me up in Heaven,
That I always crave for the skies?

O marvelous part of my soul,
O tender sorrow of those times!
I want to share with you, my sister,
These pinkish, dawn-tinted lines.