The rain doesn't frighten more our garden.................
Here we have met once, first time at last.................
And a ravens has departed from a branch pink.........
Only the small nightingale sings is sweet today here...
So the moon will think up a new fairy-tale for this day
As one more history of one thousand one night.......
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-s-fairy-tale-through-at-the-night/
