He is born exhausted and tired, <br />He wishes to go back, to retire. <br />He is born with a shadow of vague sadness. <br />And appears a space – empty and helpless… <br /> <br />Don’t be lazy about breathing, my child… <br />Just a while and you’ll discern the world. <br />If your mother regrets, if your father quips, <br />You just listen to the bird, – the bird chirps… <br /> <br />Look at the butterfly, – it flutters… <br />The brook helps the flower to bloom, <br />When the bee amuses it with his sting, <br />The tiny bird sings to the moon… <br /> <br />If the heart throbs and snow melts away, <br />You feel that Life is your fate, <br />And, having left the womb of your parent, <br />You adorn Darkness with your lament.<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-lazy-about-living-my-child/
