* * * The Heavenly Paradise Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

... But there was it... a pigeon has brought me,

For god's the food and drink from heavenly paradise of the muse...

I so have overslept... long - long on the violet cloud.

And... day and night... where only, the blue-eyed

Moon was smiled to me and sang for me

Magic sweet songs...but it was... I have woken up,

And I hear - such complaints, of the far violet dreams...

But I feel, somewhere above clouds,

So the silent rustle, of the pigeon wings...