Audit

Lord, let the angels come,

let them search and rummage,

it’s permitted.

I’ve settled all my debts:

to the state of dying - with death

to the body - with the body

to disillusion - with hope

to sleep - with awakening

to the future - with the past

to grace - with sin

so silence - with sound

I pay tribute:

to the tongue on which I write

to the words for more stories.

And I live what I write.

I am indebted to you:

for dreams,

in which I could fly,

where I bear children,

who became real.

You are indebted me:

I came into fruit before I came into bloom.

You planted me as a fig tree

and in its branches runs milk

which you drank dry.

მთარგმნელი:Natalia Bukia-peters and Victoria Field