The world is calm, like sleeping
In peaceful reverie.
You hear no laughs, no weeping.
It’s silent like a tree.

Just in the leaves it’s ringing,
Like a child’s talk in its sleep,
Like lullabies for singing
To sleep the cows and sheep.

Night’s darkness is surrounding
The village beyond the fog.
Like human talk are sounding
The voices from the bog.

You hear the cattle grazing
At pasture without care.
Before my feet—amazing!—
Sleeps even a timid hare.

Heavenly peace is allaying
All discord. There’s just sacred love.
This is a time for praying.
Hear me, o God above!