A slumber song of the Madonna

Sleep, little baby, I love thee;

Sleep, little king, I am bending above thee!

How should I know what to sing

Here in my arms as I sing thee to sleep?

Hushaby low, rockaby so.

Kings may have wonderful jewels to bring,

Mother has only a kiss for her king!

Why should my singing so make me to weep?

Only to know that I love thee, I love thee,

Love thee, my little one, sleep.