Sleep now my child and in thy mother's arms
Let the body from its labour rest,
Take flight O soul beyond the world of dreams
Where angels of diviner love possessed
Attend thee in the counsel of the wise
Who named thee where the golden river runs
And cities made of diamonds dot the skies.
Return refreshed and know the earthly charms
Of singing bird and leaping deer and best,
The beauty and the love in human eyes.
Look not too close at sorrow but be aware
The evil companion who lingers near our breast;
Hold thou to truth and all things true and fair
And leave to Heaven's wisdom all the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem