To The Moon

by “Soselo” of 🇬🇪 Georgia 🇬🇪

Move tirelessly

Do not hang your head

scatter the mist of the clouds

The Lord’s providence is great.

Gently smile at the earth

Stretched out beneath you;

Sing a lullaby to the glacier

Strung down from the heavens.

Know for certain that once

Struck down to the ground,

an oppressed man

Strives again to reach the pure mountain,

When exalted by hope.

So, lovely moon, as before

Glimmer through the clouds;

Pleasantly in the azure vault

Make your beams play.

But I shall undo my vest

And thrust out my chest to the moon,

With outstreched arms, I shall revere

The spreader of light upon the earth!