From Rama to Uma, the sleep fairy
Forsooth, tarry no more
array me with your dust of gold
that I may lie supine and soothed
within sweet slumber’s hold.
From Uma, the sleep fairy to Rama
Sleeping beauty in the golden bed
let all your tiredness be shed
and fairy dust sweep you to the land of nod
and pray that all your dreams be shod
with tender, sweet and healing things
and may your dearest dreams
and bring you all your cherished things.