Fold of my flesh
I carried in my womb,
tender trembling flesh
sleep close to me!

The partridge sleeps in the wheat
listening to its heartbeat.
Let not my breath disturb you
sleep close to me!

Little tender grass
afraid to live,
don’t move from my arms;
sleep close to me!

I have lost everything,
and tremble until I sleep.
Don’t move from my breast;
sleep close to me!

translated by D.M. Pettinella