Nothing seems to happen… at all! <br />Neither humiliation nor rows! <br />The day is tender, and the sun <br />Makes dizzy the rock-rose… <br /> <br />The fruit of our labor seems trifling, <br />But we’ve devoted to that labor ourselves… <br />Yes! Each man knits his own net. <br />Some spin a cocoon, some make traps… <br /> <br />Some set the traps – for themselves… <br /> <br />17.11.2OO2. <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-man-knits-his-own-net/
