Yankele.

A Yiddish lullaby.

Sleep, sleep, Yankele, my handsome son.
Close your little black eyes.
My little one, now that you have all your teeth,
must your mother still sing you to sleep?

The little boy who has all his teeth
and who, God willing, will soon go to kheyder
and learn Torah and Talmud,
must he cry when his mama rocks him to sleep?

A young man who will be a Talmud scholar,
who will be a bridegroom yet.
Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side.

Sleep then, my little one, my clever one.
Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side.
It will cost your mother many tears
to make a man of you.

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