Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
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Comments1I remember coming across this piece as a youngster. It's a poignant illustration of a mother's love, full of concern and the pain of caring so deeply for another. The emotions still resonate with me today just as deeply. A hauntingly beautiful depiction of love on so many levels!