doa tidur

chase from my peaceful bed away,

the witching spell, a foe to rest, 

the nightly goblin, wanton say, 

the ghost in pain, and fiend unblest

let not the tempter in mine ear

pour lessons of unhallowed joy,

let not the nightmare wandering near

the calm of sleep destroy

let not some horrid dream affright

with strange fantastic forms mine eyes

but rather bid some vision bright

display the bliss of yonder skies