Oh slumber sweetly, oh slumber gently
  As in the cradle, without grief.
Smiling in its dreams, the child sleeps
  In its mother's faithful arms.

Oh slumber sweetly, oh slumber softly,
  For your soul is so pure.
The lovely dream that fills your soul
  Shall be as lovely as an angel.

Oh slumber sweetly, the trees, too, 
Now bend its head in gentle rest,
The rose sleeps upon its bush,
  Oh therefore sleep, you sleep as well.

As, listening, a mother keeps watch
  Over the breath of her darling in slumber,
Thus I think of you during every night,
  And though I am far away, I, too, protect you.

Oh slumber sweetly, oh slumber gently,
  As in the cradle, without grief.
Smiling in its dreams, the child sleeps
  In its mother's faithful arms.