Ночная тьма безмолвие приносит
И к отдыху зовёт меня.
Пора, пора! покоя тело просит,
Душа устала в вихре дня.
Молю тебя, пред сном грядущим, боже:
Дай людям мир; благослови
Младенца сон, и нищенское ложе,
И слёзы тихие любви!
Прости греху, на жгучее страданье
Успокоительно дохни,
И все твои печальные созданья
Хоть сновиденьем обмани!
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- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "At bedtime", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "L'heure du coucher", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 12
Word count: 53
The darkness of night brings silence
And calls me to rest.
It is time, it is time! My body asks for rest,
for my soul is worn out by the whirlwind of the day.
I pray to Thee at bedtime, God:
Give peace to mankind, bless
the sleep of my little one, and the sleep of the needy,
And the quiet tears of love!
Forgive our sins, and alleviate our burning pain
with your soothing breath;
And send your sad creatures
again the sweet deception of dreams!