Vazha-Pshavela – It’s not of worth


Vazha-Pshavla – It’s not of worth

Vazha-Pshavela – It’s not of worth

translation by Lika Sharashidze.


I want the mourning of my heart to stop,

I want to open my eyes, full of life,

Pleased, always see womenfolk,

To reduce murky enemy forces, from the top.


But no! In my heart, there still lurks darkness:

And I could never confess this madness,

While hiding, I am an abomination, disgraced,

Murky forces, to this day, could not disintegrate.


I am not worthy of neither your company, nor of the greeting,

Neither of songs, paper, nor of the pen, that is fleeting.

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