The thought relaxed next to the thought <br />Having with it a heart-to heart talk, <br />The foremost thing is nowadays <br />The passion of the invisible space. <br />The moon has shrouded in its beams <br />The dim veil of the clouds, <br />And on the aged sky appeared <br />Stars, weary of sadness and tired… <br />The web page of our world <br />Is blocked by the out-dated patterns. <br />Listen to the tiny bird <br />Whistling a tune from old marches… <br />If only God, Our Father, <br />Helps the humankind full of sorrow <br />With some other melody or tune, <br />Pealing from the chest of “tomorrow.” <br /> <br />12.09.2006 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-at-the-tiny-bird-singing-a-tune-from-the-old-march/
