O Hypnos, king of sweet repose,
How I wish I could be as mellow as you.
The dew from your garden is soft as your wings—
But the feeling of drifting away is softer.
Though slumber will be ephemeral,
The tranquil, light in your fingertips,
will always remind me of a fathers.
You lull the weary, aching heart to rest,
Answering the tired spirits quiet call,
Night blooms like your poppies petals,
Oh come and bring your soothing, gentle slumber soon.
Take my worries away,
The restless cares that I couldn't count,
Let them fade with your embrace.
Ode to the god who brings quiet rest,
The tender, fleeting, peaceful pause
O, Hypnos, bring us your solace from the world of strife.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC