Evening stars, eager to appear
and cirrus clouds so thin like harp\'s strings,
plays me a lullaby that brings me nearer
to the vanity of dreams.
Just a thick sleep, with heavy lids not lifting
and a bed so soft and comforting,
with lazy limbs unmoving
relieved to be asleep.
Oh,
Mauve skies with mottled stars
and a marvelous moon with its lunar lavish;
drink it all in like a nocturnal lush
and sleep away all the exhaustion.