Rest, my love, in the shade

Rest, my love, in the shade

Of green, darkening night;

The grass rustles on the meadow,

The shadows fan and cool thee

And true love is awake.

Sleep, go to sleep!

Gently rustles the grove,

Eternally am I thine.

Hush, you hidden songs,

And disturb not her sweetest repose!

The flock of birds listens,

Stilled are their noisy songs.

Close thine eyes, my darling,

Sleep, go to sleep;

In the twilight

I will watch over thee.

Murmur on, you melodies,

Rush on, you quiet stream.

Lovely fantasies of love

do these melodies evoke:

Tender dreams swim after them.

Through the whispering grove

Swarm tiny golden bees

which hum thee to sleep.