Undress yourself and dress me in your body,

I will adorn it (the body) with the dress of my poem.

Yes, take it off and dress me in your body,

Because it is so heavy, so heavy, this emptiness

I don’t think I can carry it for nine more months.

Undress yourself and dress me in your body,

You know better than anyone else how to fit it on me

How to sweeten it for me with womanly perfume

Like a morning coffee aroma.

Take it off and dress me in your body,

And I will give you answers to all the questions,

Which you answered me with the

Stillness (peacefulness) and awkward silence.

After all I know your reflexes of obedience.

The great peacefulness is broken (ripped off, demolished)

And the parts of all the bodies torn apart do not meet

Each other.

For the swallows returned

 From the warm countries,

And who put their warm nest on a log buttress

of our house,

 I leave the door open day and night,

So that their eggs won’t get cold in their nest

And so that they will fledge chicks (will help them to take wing).

 

You know what kind of peace I am longing for (missing)?

In my childhood when surprised by

The multitude of the snow flakes,

You welcomed them (flakes) and told me:

Don’t be afraid, the earth (world) will find space for them. (contain them)...

After that the earth contained so many things,

That I am afraid my surprise will die.

You know, I persuaded my father not to think about dying (death),

I told him that after him it is my turn

And asked him not to put me in this turn (queue).

He believed me and obeyed me (I persuaded him).

So take off your body and put it on me,

I will reveal to you my night dreams,

I am coming to a different life as a woman again

And I giving birth to children, to my continuation,

So that I am not finished and so that to inhabit the whole

Village (or world, the Georgian word has two meanings).

Take it off and put your body on me,

Otherwise that embarrassing smile is freezing on my lip

Like a silence and

I don’t have an answer for the children of my dream:

Maa (mummy), is it difficult to be a mother?