The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,

His hair was like a light,

O weary, weary were world,

But here is all aright.

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast,

His hair was like a star,

O stern and cunning are the Kings,

But here the true hearts are.

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart,

His hair was like a fire,

O weary, weary is the world,

But here the world’s desire.

The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee,

His hair was like a crown,

And all the flowers looked up at him,

And all stars looked down.

 

小基督趴在聖母腿上

秀髮璀璨發亮

世間多麼煩悶

唯有此處寧適

小基督歇在聖母懷中

秀髮閃耀如星

君王權謀算計

此處情意懇切

小基督常在聖母心中

秀髮燦爛如火

世間多麼煩悶

此處令人嚮往

小基督站在聖母膝上

秀髮光彩如冠

世間玉英仰望

繁星俯視祝福