The sacred fruit of the fancy <br />Flowed down, <br />Temped the heart, <br />Made it rebel… <br />He abandoned all and everything, <br />He was lost, he disappeared, he left. <br />But in his bosom he kept <br />Just his country, his native land… <br />He located it where he settled – <br />There, in that very place. <br />And, at last, he slaked his thirst: <br />He fondled his country and praised… <br /> <br />4.04.1976 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-kept-just-his-homeland-in-his-bosom/
