Sleep, O you most precious boon,
Come you beauty,rush to me soon.
Move your soothing hands on me,
Know how free from worry I shall be.
I'm burdened with pangs of life,
Intolerance, imbalance, conflict and strife.
I don't find any permanent close,
So in you I seek momentary repose.
Have mercy on me O you night's innocent child,
Make me oblivious of all events and do me blind.

- gσвíndα вєrα