Sweet Dreams (Monday Poem)

 by Alma Flor Ada

 

A la Nana, Nanita 

 

A la nana, nanita,

nanita, ea.

A la cunita, madre,

que se menea.

 

Mereces cuna de oro

y no la tengo

pero tienes, tesoro,

todos mis besos.

 

A la nana, nanita,

que ya se duerme,

a la nanita, ea,

ya se durmio.

 

 

 

Sweet Dreams

 

Sweet dreams, little one,

Sweet dreams, my child.

The little cradle rocks

Slow and mild.

 

You deserve a golden cradle

Though I have none to give.

But I'll give you, my treasure,

Kisses as long as I live.

 

Sweet dreams, my child,

You're almost there.

To slumberland go

Without a care.

 

 

 

from Mama Goose: A Latino Nursery Treasury, Un Tesoro de Rimas Infanatiles

by Alma Flor Ada and F Isabel Campoy

Hyperion, 2004