Three Kings have come and stand at the gate,
Mary peered through the window grate.
'You glorious Kings, I bid you stay,
Though the house is abounding with beasts and bay.'
They bowed their heads beneath the door,
And bend their knees down to the floor.
'Three Kings we are, we came from afar,
But you, sweet child, much greater you are.
'No crown you wear, no gown of gold,
Though you are the King of whom we are told.
Your heart glows bright, will be the crown
For man and woman in every town.'
The Kings departed. In awe and surprise
Mary sat down with tears in her eyes.
(after: Otto Julius Bierbaum (1865 - 1910) : Die heiligen drei Könige)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem