To the hay rested the body
Of the embodiment of the Universe.

The sun bestowed his light
For the flower to bloom
At the last stroke of night.
Sheeps and goats and humans saw
The beauty of nature
Patience of moon
Lustre of stars and love
In a small smiling pink flesh.

The egoistic stars
Had to move
After seeing the glory
Of Mary’s little baby
To serve him and
Bless him with long life and shine.

Everyone who saw his birth
Were blessed by the
Almighty’s choicest blessings.
For who saw God saw the Universe.