The night is quiet

The night is quiet. In a shaky firmament
The southern stars tremble.
Mother's eyes with a smile
The quiet look at the nursery.
No ears, no extra gaze,
Here the roosters crowed -
And behind the angels in the highest
The shepherds praise God.
The manger quietly shines in the eyes,
Mary's face is illuminated.
Star chorus to another chorus
A trembling hearing.
And above Him burns high
That star of distant lands;
The kings of the east carry with her
Gold, myrrh and incense.

(A. Fet)