Molba
A GEORGIA-FILM Studio Production
The beautiful nature of man
can never die.
Vazha Pshavela
O Lord, my plea, I pray, please heed,
The only one I’m affecting:
I beg, don’t let me just live and breed,
Betraying you, myself rejecting.
May madman’s temper be wild and
crude
And soul know but the miracles’ rule,
Appealing and thirsting for the good
May never be quenched to the full.
The prudence and the piece of mind
May never come to me, not ever.
And only in the throes of night
To grow the sprouts of joy may I
endeavor.
Whenever my soul is afire,
My mind at once would spread its wing,
And only then freedom will triumph
In me and celebrate its win.
May Your all-powerful hand
Protect me, keep me in Your fold,
Until my way misfortune is sent
And punish me with the graveyard cold.
And only when your peace you’ll find,
Return a star to the firmament,
Fish - to the whirlpool of a river
bend,
Return my dust to earth,
My spirit to eternity,
To father and mother - their child!
THE PLEA
Based upon the poems of
VAZHA PSHAVELA
Screenplay by A. SALUKVADZE
R. KVESELAVA, T. ABULADZE
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