When the pain <br />Heedlessly <br />Wipes itself out, <br />When it is estranged <br />And alienated, <br />When you can’t recognize it, <br />You aren’t dead, <br />You’re still animated. <br />You must mind <br />That your happiness <br />Is turned into adultery and fall, <br />And that you’re perishing and rotting <br />In the cemetery of your own soul… <br /> <br />19.03.1978 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-cemetery-of-your-soul/
