Yurikago No Uta

A cradle song is
sung by the nightingale.
Hush now, hush now,
hush now, my dear.

Above the cradle,
the loquat fruit sways.
Hush now, hush now,
hush now, my dear.

The cradle's rope
is rocked by a little mouse.
Hush now, hush now,
hush now, my dear.

In the cradle's dream,
a yellow moon hangs low.
Hush now, hush now,
hush now, my dear.