I blew out the candle,
It was dark in the room
And the heart, worn out
Was waiting for you!
Waiting…
A blew out the candle!
And this is what happened:
A fell on the pillow, prone –
My heart gave a moan.
A was crying! I shed
Floods of tears and my
Pillow was wet with dew.
A was crying, as
The desert breeze and
Earring size tears
Were running down
My cheeks.
I said: pillow,
Only we know,
How often I didn’t
Sleep all night,
The silence, I untied,
And the tears, how
I cried.
I blew out the candle,
It was dark in the room.
You didn’t come, why
My heart was waiting
For you then?
A blew out the candle
And this is what happened:
I fell on the pillow, prone –
My heart gave a moan!
“She will not come!“
A said and didn’t believe
Myself,
“She will not come!“ –
The silence was singing
In return
Outside it was raining…
My heart was more
Heavy, than early.
Rain was singing,
Loudly or softly,
Sometimes it was
Dancing on the window –
Glasses:
And even to-day when
The breeze sounds
And it is heard
On them,
I think, you’ve come oh,
And open my door!
Pillow! only we know,
Why I cried so.
Ioseb Grishashvili was a pen name of Ioseb Mamulishvili, who was born in April 1889, He was a noted poet and historian who set out by studying at the Tbilisi Georgian Gymnasium, although he did not finish the course. He had an interest in the Georgian theater from an early age and at various times worked as a prompter, an actor, wrote small plays and, what he is best known for, poems. He has a history museum named after him, and composer Tamara Antonovna Shaverzashvili used a text of his for her song “Regret.” Grishashvili joined the Georgian National Academy of Sciences as a member in 1946. He died in August 1965.
Translated from Georgian into English by Ketevan Tukhareli
