¡Dulce Jesús, que estás dormido!
¡Por el santo pecho que te ha amamantado
Te pido que este hijo mío no sea soldado!
Se lo llevarán, ¡y era carne mía!
Me lo matarán, ¡y era mi alegría!
Cuando esté muriendo, dirá:
"¡Madre mía!"
Y yo no sabré la hora ni el día

Sweet Jesus, you are sleeping!
by the holy breast that suckled you,
I pray that this my son not be a soldier!
They will take him away and he was my flesh!
They will kill him and he was my happiness!
When he’s dying he will say, “Mother of mine!”
And I will not know the hour nor the day.