Some help you as they choose themselves,
They help you with pride, without grace.
They try to lead you by the hand.
Hands wash each other, both – the face!
The thing is, whose face they wash,
Who is helped, who is assisted…
Who is the helper, and whose purpose is
Acceptable to the Prince of Peace.
Who rejoices over your sorrow,
Who feeds you with arrogance and when…
Who makes you pitiable and dependant,
And prevents you from being a man…
But he, who helps you heartily,
And never, never boasts of it,
He serves the Maker, he is upright,
He is worthy to wash Christ’s feet.
31.O5.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
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