He is an ordinary carpenter from Galilee
-to the sick, abused and forgotten manifest mercy
but what is this, maliciously accused by friends but now foe;
To Nicodemus it is confusing and impossible
The man who testify love and service so profoundly
But now a defenseless criminal before the authority
He is the master in Israel, who raised Lazarus
-to the market, synagogue and open places preaches
but what is this, tormented in pain and sorrow;
To Nicodemus it is confusing and impossible
The man who thought him that night about life
But now before him hanging on the tree
He is a teacher, healer, and above all else a believer
-to the law and its tradition is an exemplar
but what is this, death defeats his body and soul;
To Nicodemus it is confusing and impossible
The man whose extraordinary life is but history
and now a cold corpse lies, he failed to save the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem