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Zurab Rtveliashvili

Ode to Their Majesty Civil Society

 

Praise and beware me!

Prepare the rice and wheat

Intended for me,

From valley to valley - from valley to valley

Where scythes extinguish the fire

In a golden wheatear

Praise and beware me!

When the winds comb

my hair with an excitement,

Praise and beware me!

Sharpen the scythe and repeat

The ten lines from my poem,

Praise and beware me!

In a holy noise, sincere noise, voiceless noice

I have many hands for them who will insist on

The right of speech!

From valley to valley - from valley to valley

When the scythes extinguish the fire

In a golden wheatear -

Praise and beware me!

Praise and beware me!

Praise and beware me!

 

 

 

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