The innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds. Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
Svefninn gķđa sem greiđir flķkinn rakūráđ vorra rauna, er hvers dags ævilok og stritsins laug, særđum hug balsam, best og hollust næring sem lífiđ ber á borđ.