The Burning Sweetness Of Those Lips… Poem by Janri Gogeshvili

The nudity dived into the mist…
Then it dressed, and came into the world,
In a new attire, with the blazing life,
And strived for taming a bird.

With tiny wings it craves for Heaven,
Loaded with mists and illusions,
With the thoughts, incredible and rare -
A false pyramid of false conclusions.

When the life alters its shape,
And acquires other weight and width,
It gains quite other aims and missions,
And the mind can tame the winds.

The life spread like the rainbow
Is marked by the breath of a child,
And by the burning sweetness of the lips –
Of the image of love and delight.

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Translated from Georgian