Sleep o baby in the cradle of my arms
Quiet is the sky, quiet are the stars and the winds.
The song of the river is mute.
The cows have fallen asleep, without a sound.
Birds have stopped the singing.
Shadows are singing and the moonlight is lulled.
Sleep my child, my delight, let the anklets be silent.
Inhale the scent of the queen of the night
and sweetly go to sleep.

Sushama Karnik
May 21, 2017