You young people who march into the field

You young people who march into the field,

Give attention to my dearest.

Take care that he holds himself bravely under fire;

He has never been in war in all his life.

Never let him sleep under the sky;

He is so delicate, it might harm him.

For me, do not let him sleep under the moon;

He might perish - he is really not used to it.