A mother's dream

The mother prays sweetly and gazes with delight

upon her slumbering little one.

He rests in his cradle, so tender and cosy.

He must seem an angel to her.

She kisses him and hugs him, she cannot restrain herself,

Forgetting all earthly pain,

her hopeful dreams wander into the future.

Thus do mothers often dream.

The raven meanwhile, with its clan,

shrieks a tune outside the window:

Your angel, your angel will be ours -

the brigand shall serve us at supper.