It was forbidden to see dreams… <br />In the depth of the stage <br />The streak of light… <br />Was crossed out. <br />The orator was proud: <br />“We shall have <br />A “dreamless” year this time! ” <br />He seemed drunk with giggling. <br />The deafened life <br />With its eyes put out, <br />Waved its hands in the hall, <br />And dozed wriggling… <br />Under the smiling masks, <br />In the fruitless womb of the mind, <br />The greedy stomach lay still, <br />The orator was swelling with pride: <br />“We shall have <br />A “dreamless” year this time! ” <br />He seemed drunk <br />With giggles and smiles. <br /> <br />21.10.1975 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orator-was-proud/
