The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear
lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when
I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the
way open to him -- forbid him not. If the sounds of his
steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish
not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds,
by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep
undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open
their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of
sleep. Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my
awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.
The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear
lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when
I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the
way open to him -- forbid him not. If the sounds of his
steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish
not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds,
by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep
undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door. 2
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open
their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of 5
sleep. Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my 4
awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him. 3