ATTILA JOZSEF,1935-Lullaby

The sky is letting its blue eyes close;

The house its many eyes closes, too.

The quilted meadow lies in a doze:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

The wasp and beetle are both asleep;

Their heads are down on their feet, and through

Darkness, a drone in the dark they keep:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

The tram has fallen asleep as well,

And while its rattling slumbers, too.

It tings in its sleep a little bell:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

The coat is sleeping across the chair,

The tear is sleeping where it’s worn through;

No more to-day will it stretch the tear:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

The ball and whistle are both at rest.

So is the wood where the picnic grew.

Even your sweets by sleep are possessed:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

All will be yours in the crystal ball;

You’ll be a giant, it will come true;

But just let your little eyelids fall:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

A fireman, soldier, herder of sheep,

You’ll be all three, and each will be you.

See, your mother is falling asleep:

Go to sleep softly, little one, do.

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