When pain suffers in our bodies, <br />Laughs in the death’s face, <br />And inside us rolls, <br />This is the road we have to take, <br />This is the wrinkle of our souls… <br /> <br />When the sharp pain rages in our bodies, <br />We must escape the split mind, <br />And make it vanish… <br />Despair flirts about with the thought. <br />If we destroy its nest, it’ll perish. <br /> <br />When the sharp pain storms in our bodies, <br />And seems amused with our vanity, <br />The life, too, rejoices nearby and breathes, <br />It craves for the sun, as a sown seed… <br /> <br />When the sharp pain suffers in our bodies, <br />And reaching the skies is the only wish, <br />Life itself dwells in that pain, <br />God’s will is revealed in our anguish… <br /> <br />4.01.2003 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-dwells-in-pain/
