Infant Jesus
Infant Jesus was born.
His mother worships him.
Astonished at the wonder,
the shepherds came.
The angels sing high.
By gushing water,
by flock in the meadows,
by pipers around,
the nice crib advises
that all the world is awake.
It’s ready to make merry.
It wants to arrive
at the event place.
Bethlehem moves us:
we have god with us.
Infant jesus was born
in this holy night.
In this day he touches
our hearts that are waiting for him
and any good heart.
Now the silvery voice
of the innocent children
rises shriller
and sings alleluja
and thanking to the good Jesus.
Translated by Marilisa Cannarsa
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