The lust for search lay in ambush, <br />Awaiting the space-time, <br />And snatched the boundless love <br />From the second – from the while. <br />The greedy son avoided <br />His father’s glance. <br />And trusted his thoughts to the sky… <br /> <br />The wind dozed on the branch, <br />Then hurried to the bottom of the sea <br />The son waited at the gates of pain, <br />The parent couldn’t say his say… <br /> <br />14.12.2001 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-gates-of-the-pain/
