You nourish your pain with healers; <br />It’s never satisfied, it just grieves. <br />It fusses about as it chooses itself, <br />Gnaws you away, and then leaves… <br /> <br />That curing won’t do you much good… <br />Soon, the thought of the death appears. <br />You’re almost robbed of the gift for paying, <br />And then, you plead for the years… <br /> <br />You still hope… hope for the best, <br />Keep on pleading for the worthy death. <br />The pain assaults you, tears your soul, <br />It’s turned into the tandem of wrath. <br /> <br />You do your best, you do your utmost, <br />But the pain is hungry, the hope – vain. <br />You beat your head against the wall, <br />The pain weighs down the pain… <br /> <br />You recall the verse that cheered you up, <br />You recall that stunt man – the actor, <br />Who is amused by hazards and risk, <br />And always strives for the danger. <br /> <br />Then you can feel the flavor of the life, <br />You wish to restore the old splendor… <br />Then you’ll be able to bear the pain, <br />And the pain, too, will surrender. <br /> <br />14.O2.2OO6. <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-nourish-one-s-pain/
