Outdoors gazing down with a silvery shining
Already appears the moon with the stars,
And the day has again flown by,
The flowers and the birds are already sleeping.
 ... 

Sorrow and joy, grief and agony
Are still passing over hill and valley,
They are searching for a lodging place,
They creep into houses and hearts.
Everything is sleeping, therefore
You sleep too!
Sleep, my little child, in sweet peace!

If joy comes, we will let in in,
Sorrow and grief shall remain outside.
Only joy may keep watch
Faithfully beside you throughout the long night!
 ... 


Should sorrow creep in nevertheless
And bid you cry and scream, my little child,
Motherly love will hurry hence,
Will sit by the cradle and sing at once:
Everything is sleeping, therefore
You sleep too!
Sleep, my little child, in sweet peace!