The sleeping woman

I'm looking at you,
You are sleeping quiet,
Your crystal breast
Is making me dieing.
I hear it is moving
Nicely and gently,
And your heart is beating
With its honest ethics.
Your tender cheeks
Are red as a fire,
And lips made from ruby
Are covered by smile.
Your sleep is magnific
As vision of Heavens,
And shadows of Angels
Are covering its innocence.
Your breathing is pure
Like you and your soul too,
He is the happiest
Whom you belong to!

Ilia Chavchavadze (1837 - 1907)