Yankele, written by Mordechai Gebirtig Lyrics translation; Sleep, sleep, Yankele, my handsome son. Close your little black eyes. My little one, now that you have all your teeth – must you make your mother sing you to sleep? The little boy who has all his teeth and who, God permitting, will soon go to kheyder And learn Torah and Talmud – must he cry when his mama rocks him to sleep? The little boy who will learn Talmud – and how glad and proud in his heart your father is that you’ll be learning Talmud – must he make his mother stay awake all night? Sleep then, my little one, my clever one who will be a bridegroom yet. Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side. It will cost your mother many tears to make a man of you.

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