That man openly kept on begging, <br />Others’ thoughts he tried to seize, <br />He seized others’ sacred wishes, – <br />Resembling the dismayed dream… <br /> <br />He played, he trifled with them, <br />The wish blazed with red at length. <br />He fluttered into others’ dreams <br />Losing his vigor and strength. <br /> <br />And the poet’s soul, too, <br />The moneybox of fancies <br />Is smashed by someone in wrath, <br />And that someone fails to count <br />The loot – the poets wealth… <br /> <br />27.09.1979 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-wish-blazed-with-a-red-color/
