Among the trees,
Bright are the stars.
Tall and warm,
As the morning blaze.
A ring has been heard,
A cry, distant in the horizon.
Hark the angels and give thanks,
A baby has been born.
A feast of sacrifice,
A heart of gold.
Praises given to him,
Risen of hope and dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem