And he breathes a steady tempo
In the arch of my elbow
So I keep the arch narrow
Lest he moves in random fits of woe
Let not the world harrass this peace
Be completely at ease
Fret not and rest in belief
You're safe, this aching arm shall not release
So this is all the little one should know
Receive all that the Lord bestow
Blessed with good faith and peace
Dwell safe in the arch of love he sleeps
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I would like to translate this poem