The malady can be healed by madness…
He plays a fool, but he is a sage.
The time of such wisdom has come,
He preaches the wisdom of age.
The nail is hammered into the wall,
The woman hangs on it flowers –
A bunch of violets of the dale.
Her eyes resemble your eyes…
The violets light up the nail.
Just a wise man can reject wisdom.
He carries out his task, he’s preaching.
All hail to the fool in Christ,
All hail to his blessed thinking!
24.O8.2OO6.
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-hail-to-that-fool-in-christ/
