He walked with a lamb
On his shoulder, guiding
The sheep herd for
Its grazinng, singing hymns
Of the almighty's praise,
Attracting every one in his path
Talkng of god's greatness
Loving all being everlasting,
Telling his tales of old times
When people lived in peace,
Ruled only by the law of god,
But feared was he as the godsend
And the godson, fearful
Of his innocent utterings,
The healing touches he made,
He was crucified for no reason
Causing to be the most worshipped
Daily drunk and eaten
As his flesh and blood
With far reaching institutions,
Which overtook the same empire,
In its own place in times to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem