I, newly born,
In the temple stand,
And feel Thy warm touch
On my head.

Forgive me my depression,
My despair,
My heavy heart,
My anguish, my fear.

Help me to cover Thy paths,
Those roads help me to cover.
Help me as Thou have helped
A fasting and tired rover.
Show mercy, heal my crushed hopes,
The despair coming down in vengeance.
Send me the heavenly messengers,
Send me Thy heavenly angels.

I, newly born,
In the temple stand,
And feel Thy warm touch
On my head.

Tsira Gogeshvili

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