When the pain
Heedlessly
Wipes itself out,
When it is estranged
And alienated,
When you can’t recognize it,
You aren’t dead,
You’re still animated.
You must mind
That your happiness
Is turned into adultery and fall,
And that you’re perishing and rotting
In the cemetery of your own soul…
19.03.1978
Translated from Georgian
Janri Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-cemetery-of-your-soul/
