Raise the anchor, hoist the sails,
Do greet with sails the cosmic winds.
I leave for the poetic planet,
Not parting with my native fields.

Worthy men will meet me there,
And fair lasses – the servants of Christ.
They feel the sacred life through verses,
By them, they heal all the vice.

The kids grow up praising the Maker,
Giving honor and glory to Lord…
Do greet the cosmic winds with sails.
Lust for the word builds the world.

21.O4.2OO7.

Translated from Georgian

Janri Gogeshvili

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