Sleep, Sleep, who knows nothing of pain or sorrows, on a fair wind may you come to us, blessed, blessed one, O Lord. And may you keep over our eyes this brightness that over them now is spread. Come, come I pray, healing one.
Dormiunt, nescia doloris gemitus in secundis flatibus quid ad nos venitis, beatum benedicta, Domine. Et habeas super splendorem oculis eorum se iam deducitur. Venite I tandem, una curatio.