Hold in high respect… with ardor <br />The inward customs and order, <br />The virtue bestowed on you – <br />The dear and sacred gift… <br />And let no one, even your son <br />To neglect your main foothold, <br />To ignore it! <br /> <br />Some have snatched away the emotions, <br />They’ve spent their life licking others boots… <br />The utter fool is proud of his folly, <br />And the mischievous sneak hangs about… <br /> <br />You are able to repulse <br />That assault of flattery <br />With well-known and noble means… <br />You just don’t forget, and believe <br />Such order takes roots in the heavens… <br /> <br />18.09.2001 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-in-high-respect-the-virtue-bestowed-on-you/
