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 opеn their lids only
To the light of his smile whеn 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