O sleep, my little Grandson,
O hush thee where thou art;
For I, thy mother's mother,
Now hold thee to my heart.
Thy mother rests from travail
Away from everyone.
She called to me: "O mother,
Come mind my little Son!"
And I have brought thee, Baby,
Soft dreams from Paradise.
The ox and a** they guard thee
With sweet adoring eyes.
Then sleep, my little Grandson,
Against my body curled.
For one day thou shalt waken
To waken wide the world!