If the child naps,
He will see the bee,
Having made her honey,
Dance between heaven and earth.

If the child lies down,
An angel, all in red,
Whom one can see only at night,
Will come to tell him: "Good evening!"

If my child loves me,
God will say so himself:
I love this sleeping child:
Let him be given a golden dream.

Give him wings,
Like the turtledoves'
That he may come with my sun
To dance, to dance until he wakes.

Close his eyelids
And over his prayers
From my gardens full of flowers
Let glide the colors.

But I want him to sleep
And to respect
The silence of the birds
Sleeping among the roses!

For if the child cries,
One will hear the clocks
Chime everywhere that a child
Has done what God has forbidden.

The echo in the street,
Rushing at the noise,
After the clock has sighed,
Will say: "A child has cried!"

And his tender mother,
Will lie awake and bitter in the night
For her ungrateful child
Will alas know the song no more.

If the child is well-behaved
Toward his sweet face
The Virgin will bend down hers
And speak to him for a long time.