er in your bed，and my laughter will flash with the lightning through the open window into your room.

　　If you lie awake，thinking of your baby till late into the night，

　　I shall sing to you from the stars，”Sleep！mother，sleep.“

　　On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed，and lie upon your bosom while you sleep.

　　I shall become a dream，and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep；and when you wake up and look round startled，like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the darkness.

　　When，on the great festival of puja，the neighbours' children come and play about the house.

　　I shall melt into the music of the flute and throb in your heart all day.

　　Dear auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask，

　　”Where is our baby，sister？“Mother，you will tell her softly，

　　”He is in the pupils of my eyes，he is in my body and in my soul.“