The moon appeared,
accompanied by stars
the sun also answered.
yet darkness still finds it's way,
to the face of the earth,
and to the people in it.
Light came in the son,
puting on crown of stars,
with him among us,
our haven became heavens,
hence, God is always with us,
as we stand upon the hill,
fair as the yellow moon,
Bold as fighters of war,
and meek as gentle dove,
always shinning bright as lamps.
Mist rose from nowhere,
With it's strength, it approach the son,
Pinned light to the earth,
three days and three nights,
Light was handcuffed and jailed,
Three days and three nights,
Darkness walked free & boastfully,
A day after, it was converted into light.
The light rise up, stand tall,
and shine like a morning sun,
it soar like eagle and sing like nightingale,
Its wings are white and spotless,
It's brightness speaks on the hills,
and it's splendor echoes in the valley.
Nations sing praises to the light,
Kings offer gifts to it's glorious splendor
It become like a tree that gives shade:
Birds of the air troop to it from all corners,
And fishes of the rivers gather before it's stem,
Rejoicing and jubilating.
For the Light of the Lord
Is shining upon all.
Henceforth, all shall abide in his glory,
and even stones shall forever sing his praises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem