Comprehension of many problems
Has been the object of strife,
And the wisdom of honored fathers
Was strewed like a ripe spike…
The tribe of sinners hurries to the sky,
The plunderer desires a thing veiled…
No one cares for the lost wisdom,
With the bird goes the taste of the grain…
16.07.1997
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-taste-of-the-grain/
