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Jubal

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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #285 on: August 21, 2020, 07:53:13 PM »
Another short attempt at Georgian composition.

თაგვის ამბავი

"თაგვო, თაგვო,
თაფლისფერი თაგვო,
სად მიდიხარ?
რატომ იქ მიდიხარ?"

"ადამიანო", თაგვი თქვა,
"მე არ ვფიქრობ, სად და რატომ,
ვცხოვრობ შენს სახლში,
შევჭამე შენს საჭამელს,
შენ იცი სად მივიდვარ?"

ადამიანი ვფიქრობდი,
ადამიანი ვფიქრობდი,
მაგრამ არ მოსაზრი თაგვთვის ჰქონდა.
და თაგვი?
კატა შეჭამა თაგვს,
და ადამიანი არასოდეს იცოდა.
« Last Edit: August 21, 2020, 08:18:10 PM by Jubal »
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #286 on: October 17, 2020, 03:06:08 PM »
Sagani's Song

Little one,
Am
Through unending snow, you run,
                                C                     G
And where you shall tread, you go,
        Em                                            Am
To the sound of your mother’s bow
          F            G               Am

My love, my pup,
    C             G
My long-lost blessing,
  Em              Am
I left you with little,
  Am                C
Returned with less
 C                    G or Em
Little one,
Through unending snow, you run,
And where you shall tread, you go,
To the sound of your mother’s bow


My love, my pup,
My long-lost blessing,
I left you with little,
Returned with less
I lost my chance
To watch you grow
But with folly’s tread
I came to know you

Little one,
Through unending snow, you run,
And where you shall tread, you go,
To the sound of your mother’s bow


All these lost years,
Will not return,
No ancient things,
Were worth this yearning,
Don’t think of souls,
Or lives gone past,
Grow where there’s sun,
For the ice comes fast

Little one,
Through unending snow, you run,
And where you shall tread, you go,
To the sound of your mother’s bow


I played my part,
For those who helped me,
From my folly’s quest,
I set others free,
Perhaps I did right,
So strangers live,
Little one, my stranger,
Will you forgive me?

Little one,
Through unending snow, you run,
And where you shall tread, you go,
To the sound of your mother’s bow

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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #287 on: October 18, 2020, 06:08:23 PM »
Little Moorhen
Dedicated to Beatrice Catchpole-Simmons

Little moorhen,
C          D
See the summer sun on lilies
G                          C
Step once again,
C             G
With flowers so big that you can hide,
     G                                      D         Em
In little worlds each has inside,
G                             Em    D

And you shall find
   G                D
That the world is wide
  G                       D
And full of flowers
                Em
Little moorhen,
See the summer sun on lilies
Step once again,
With flowers so big that you can hide,
In little worlds each has inside,

And you shall find
That the world is wide
And full of flowers

See autumn fall,
Around you, nests of love and leaves
As you grow tall,
By those who helped your wings unfold,
And keep you when the world is cold

So that you can find,
That the world is wide
And full of flowers

Winters will come,
Garlanding the world in frost
A weary sun
Wilts, its petals fall but then
Your world turns and it blooms again

And you shall find,
That the world is wide
And full of flowers

There’ll be a spring,
Not everything just as it was,
But birds still sing,
And you can sing and dance and hum
For what’s lost and what’s yet to come

And you shall find,
That the world is wide
And full of flowers

And summer calls,
The world is bigger than you knew,
The flowers seem small,
But every joy and every care,
Is nestling in a flower somewhere

So still you shall find,
That the world is wide
And full of flowers
Yes, you shall find,
That the world is wide
And full of flowers



I came up with the idea for this one after a friend of mine had a baby, to whom the song is dedicated. :)
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...