He was a bull, <br />No doubt, a true bull… <br />Immensely huge, <br />Immensely hasty… <br />With his ancestors’ wild blood… <br />With glittering horns, <br />Elusive like snow-slip, <br />Shining and black, – <br />As if dancing and whirling <br />He rushed out of the shed. <br /> <br />He dug out ten trees, <br />Ten not very tall trees, <br />Then dug up the earth <br />Running up the rise. <br />He dug up the earth <br />And with a foaming mouth <br />Bellowed at the skies. <br />Men blew into trumpets: <br />The bull was an offering – a sacrifice… <br /> <br />All at once, he looked <br />At the scared men lying in ambush… <br />He bellowed and stood stock-still <br />For a while… rather anguished. <br />Nobody had let him <br />Turn into an ox… <br />Or else they’d stick <br />Two candles to his horns… <br /> <br />With his pointed horns <br />He again dug up the ground… <br />Without thinking twice, <br />Rushed up to the old limes… <br />He failed to bend them, <br />And again attacked them bravely, <br />Again assaulted… <br />The senseless battle <br />Fatigued him and exhausted… <br /> <br />Then the brave lads <br />Displayed their valor: <br />Stole up and lassoed him, <br />Tied up his legs… <br />It was disgusting! <br />The boys, cheered up by wine, <br />Kicked his huge testicles, <br />Giggling and laughing… <br /> <br />He wheezed, he staggered, <br />The pain was bitter, <br />They had forgotten, those guys, <br />That he was a bull, a bull to be killed, <br />A bull to be killed as a sacrifice! <br />And from the standpoint of a male <br />He regretted having wasted away, <br />Like a hot-tempered <br />And peppery man, <br />His only wealth – <br />Energy and strength… <br /> <br />17.11.2002 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bull-3/
