Go ahead, and call upon the new hopes, <br />Slake their thirst with the nectar. <br />Who needs woman’s eyes, <br />Full of malice and vice? <br /> <br />Wear your mourning attire <br />At the gates of your wishes… <br />Send out roots in your relish. <br />Tender is the day and wordless… <br />In the sky the knight vanishes… <br /> <br />Go ahead and call upon a tiny bird, <br />In its voice, reproach is heard… <br />I follow invisible notes, <br />The chased soul upon me calls… <br /> <br />I hear the moon breathe <br />In the rustle of leaves. <br />The thought – the steed of desire <br />Flies up to heavens… <br />Your absence does not make me blind, <br />Your absence is no weight on my mind… <br /> <br />I sank as a verse in the pool of mist, <br />I was born in the darkness of the Present, <br />I beheld the light in the soul, <br />I was born anew… I turned into one whole… <br /> <br />Woman’s eyes inflame my heart, <br />Woman is my love and enchantment… <br />Others’ rain has often soaked me through, <br />I’ve seized by the mane others’ currents. <br /> <br />The great feeling has abandoned you, <br />You failed to see the frescoes of relish. <br />I remain faithful… I’ll stay with you, <br />You just take care not to perish…<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wear-your-mourning-attire/
