Sleep, king of Gods, and men of mortal birth,
Sovereign of all, sustained by mother Earth;
For thy dominion is supreme alone,
O’er all extended, and by all things known.
It’s thine all bodies with benignant mind
In other bands than those of brass to bind.
Tamer of cares, to weary toil repose,
From whom sacred solace in affliction flows.
Thy pleasing gentle chains preserve the soul,
And e’en the dreadful cares of death control;
For Death, and Lethe with oblivious stream,
Mankind thy genuine brothers justly deem.
With favoring aspect to my prayer incline,
And save thy mystics in their works divine.