This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem