FORTY WINKS

O my Moon, gorgeous globe of the Heavens!

Swell up from the profundity of the dark sky

Stand still; wait to set, my anxious appeal,

Anguished soul of mine wants to sleep a lot

The clock strikes eleven; ultimate hour approaches,

Slumber, Slumber!  Come fast, come fast,

I crave to dream a lot, throughout the night,

And fill my mind with sacred thoughts

But the forty winks could not surmount me

Splendid beauty of the moon surpasses me

By watching your amiable visage, I dreamt a lot!