... But there was it... a pigeon has brought me,
For god's the food and drink from heavenly paradise of the muse...
I so have overslept... long - long on the violet cloud.
And... day and night... where only, the blue-eyed
Moon was smiled to me and sang for me
Magic sweet songs...but it was... I have woken up,
And I hear - such complaints, of the far violet dreams...
But I feel, somewhere above clouds,
So the silent rustle, of the pigeon wings...
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heavenly-paradise/
