That he was born, so what?
A million and one, they fill the row,
What hopelessness, the birth of a child,
One more pain to bear,
One more trouble to care,
That he was born so why rejoice?
Even the inns were filled to death,
In pain and stench she pitched her tent,
Oh! Wise men, your foolish quest put his life at stake,
One more to die, more to go tonight,
But your foolish search
Gave him up to the king,
Your foolish search sent mother and father away.
Let’s sit and wait,
The messiah should come,
Let’s hope and pray that he makes no delay,
But one more child, a trouble to care,
One more son, a burden to bear, -
The messiah is near.
He came and left – the messiah,
We did not know.
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