On the precious day
When a little baby born
A blessing child who came on a dirty place
A King who will suffer and sacrifice His life
He was crying to feel the world pain
He knows why He should born
He knows the purpose of His life
Universe was being a witness
of this Little New Born Son
And the Star was shining brightly
to welcome this Baby, The King of the Kings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem