The woman brought in his footprints,
The shameless trace of his glance.
Suspicion tortured her spouse…
At length, her tears soothed him,
But the dweller of the distant house
Who couldn’t slake his thirst,
Couldn’t satisfy his hunger,
Pictured the desired image,
Pictured in his mind that face…
Suspicion was drunk, was fed up
With the stubborn and shameless trace…
8.27.1978
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shameless-trace/
