Mother, my cheeks are wet.
by Fernando Pessoa
· s.d. (uncertain date)
Published 01/07/1880
Mother, my cheeks are wet.
Let down my hair and kiss
My brow. I seem to forget
Even if I think of this.
Lullaby to me, mother,
Lullaby to me.
I loved and was not loved, mother.
Kiss me and let me be.
Let me sleep as of old, thy hand
On my brow, so calm and so deep,
That I feel't on my soul, my soul fanned
By thy breath on the face of my sleep.
I am but a little ship, mother,
Lost out in the sea.
Lullaby to me, mother,
Lullaby to me.