In the beauty of the moonlit night,
The little child is playing in his mother's lap,
He is laughing in joy
And the mother's heart is leaping with him in extreme pleasure,
She is giving him all her affections.
Being tired, the child soon falls asleep,
The loving mother kisses his limbs with her soft lips;
It is the most beautiful scene of the world,
Which I will remember forever,
Even it excels the beauty and serenity of the moonlit world in a convincing manner.
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