Seeking the child,
Inquired;
Rod, Herod!
Disturbed,
Because of his wicked mind;
Bringing trouble to all.
Rod, Herod!
With the muse of a wicked king;
Living with the pleasures and the taste of the world,
As he sent out soldiers to kill the children around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem