When pain suffers in our bodies,
Laughs in the death’s face,
And inside us rolls,
This is the road we have to take,
This is the wrinkle of our souls…
When the sharp pain rages in our bodies,
We must escape the split mind,
And make it vanish…
Despair flirts about with the thought.
If we destroy its nest, it’ll perish.
When the sharp pain storms in our bodies,
And seems amused with our vanity,
The life, too, rejoices nearby and breathes,
It craves for the sun, as a sown seed…
When the sharp pain suffers in our bodies,
And reaching the skies is the only wish,
Life itself dwells in that pain,
God’s will is revealed in our anguish…
4.01.2003
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-dwells-in-pain/
