The Sad Mother by Gabriela Mistral
Sleep, sleep, my beloved, without worry, without fear, although my soul does not sleep, although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night may your whispers be softer than a leaf of grass, or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you, my worry, my trembling. In you, may my eyes close and my heart sleep.
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