O sleep, my little Grandson, O hush thee where thou art; For I, thy mother's mother, Now hold thee to my heart. Thy mother rests from travail Away from everyone. She called to me: "O mother, Come mind my little Son!" And I have brought thee, Baby, Soft dreams from Paradise. The ox and a** they guard thee With sweet adoring eyes. Then sleep, my little Grandson, Against my body curled. For one day thou shalt waken To waken wide the world!