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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