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Nikortsminda - An Ode

My lyre, about to play,

Will sing perhaps of glory.

Magnificent is the ray

Of light that shines out for me.

Solidly he built it,

The unknown man who built it

And let the clear sky fill it,

Noble Nikortsminda.

Swooning with impassioned

Ornaments of delight,

Sculpted lace-frame patterns,

Follicles of soft light,

I wonder who raised up,

And how it was raised up,

And what hands raised up

Lofty Nikortsminda.

This treasure that we own,

How vital and profound

A harmony in stone!

The sun shines all around.

How brilliantly he carved it

And with wisdom carved it,

Mighty Nikortsminda.

Wherever there's a vault,

The interlocking pillars

Are so astutely wrought

That dreams begin to fill us.

I wonder who created,

Whose genius created,

What blessed gift created

That pillar Nikortsminda.

You feel the twelve immense

Windows perpendicular

Burn for Candlemas

With fire not secular.

I wonder who ignited,

So feelingly ignited,

And to the years confided

Shining Nikortsminda.

I see the stonework spiraling

Grandiose, abounding.

Time's wrapped a diadem

Of veneration round it.

Who made the decoration

And in that decoration

With generous adoration

Fires Nikortsminda?

Cutting and yet supple,

The builder's lines are born:

Here in one are coupled

Wish and final form.

This the cutting edge is

The secret of its riches -

The solid presence which is

Memorial, Nikortsminda.

Arisen from the people,

Towering in the heights,

The dome shines like a beacon,

Habitations' light:

Tenderly aspiring,

Fitting Nikortsminda.

Your looks are Georgian:

Emptiness is given

Form - our eyes can gorge on

Mane and bird-winged griffons.

Wings and wings you need,

Yet more wings we need.

You want to supersede

Emptiness, Nikortsminda.

From time's remotest spheres,

Dove-like hovering over us,

Our era keeps you, cares

For what we sense is closet.

Mighty work of art,

A people's work of art,

For Georgia an ode,

Resplendent Nikortsminda.

1974