You are dreaming, children,
dreams dearer than gold, more blest
than the Blest beyond the North Wind's raging.
Dreams are easy, oh,
but the double lash is striking home.

Оцей бо злочин я тепер покутую,
В кайданах лютих просто неба висячи.

...that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist, but ripeness comes as well. From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench there comes a violent love.

თუმცა მსახურებს ეჩვენება მწუხრე სახით,
მაინც თვალები დედოფლისა ამხელს სიხარულს.

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