Sleep, sleep, my beloved, 

without worry, without fear, 

although my soul does not sleep, 

although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night 

may your whispers be softer 

than a leaf of grass, 

or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you, 

my worry, my trembling. 

In you, may my eyes close 

and my heart sleep.
 
 

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