I can manage with leaves same as blanket, I can think of a sea same as droplet ... Without pain, suffering much I will pull out my heart – It’s for you, oh my love, that I do it.
Let this tide snatch my verse like some chips, Tide aflowing and joining large sea ... Without word uttered much I will pull out my heart – It’s for you, oh my love, that I do it.
1959
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Translation from Georgian poetry. I hope you are enjoying Mukhran Machavariani's lyric poetry.
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