Christmas

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.

Afanasy Fet