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.