Christ is the light hidden in pleasures:
for child it is a chewing gum,
for teen-agers it's food and leasure.
But Christ's - the Integral of light.
Sum up the lights you were recieving,
and suffering was also... - Light,
although tenderly concealing
before you were like infant blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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