The shepherds are watching.
The sheep sleep deeply.
The night grows silent.
The steeple is tall.
The shepherds are killing.
The sheep think little.
The silent night grows
as the big bells call.
The big bells call.
The little sheep think.
The shepherds are leading
these sheep for the mauling.
The sheep are awake.
The sheep are aware.
The big bells call
but the steeple is falling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem