The thought relaxed next to the thought
Having with it a heart-to heart talk,
The foremost thing is nowadays
The passion of the invisible space.
The moon has shrouded in its beams
The dim veil of the clouds,
And on the aged sky appeared
Stars, weary of sadness and tired…
The web page of our world
Is blocked by the out-dated patterns.
Listen to the tiny bird
Whistling a tune from old marches…
If only God, Our Father,
Helps the humankind full of sorrow
With some other melody or tune,
Pealing from the chest of “tomorrow.”
12.09.2006
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-at-the-tiny-bird-singing-a-tune-from-the-old-march/
