At the birth of Christ. Christmas poem for children
Lope de Vega wrote several poems dedicated to Christmas and the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. The birth of Christ is one of his most popular poems about Christmas, in which he tells us about the humble place where the baby Jesus was born. There wait for the shepherds, the sheep, the wolves ... until
Lope de Vega wrote several poems dedicated to Christmas and the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem.
The birth of Christ is one of his most popular poems about Christmas, in which he tells us about the humble place where the baby Jesus was born. There wait for the shepherds, the sheep, the wolves ... until they arrive from heaven to announce their birth.
At the birth of Christ. Christmas poem for children
They repacked their cattle
behind the back of a hill
of the tower of Bethlehem
the sleepy shepherds,
around the trunks
of some lighted oaks,
that, snapping to the air,
gave clarity to the forest.
In the gnarled pens
the
shrink,
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pensando pensando
Not far away the fierce wolves,with the ferocious howls,they challenge the mastiffs,
that where they sound, they respond.
When the dark clouds,
of sun crowned, breaks
a
celestial Captain
of his noble armies,
astonished are knocked down
of themselves the shepherds, por and by the fire the hands over the eyes are put.
The dogs raise their foreheads,
and the sheep run around each other in turmoil
with disappointed bleating.
When the sovereign nunciothe golden feathers choose,
and falling in love with the air,
he tells them such reasons:
"
Glory to God in the highest
,
peace on earth to men,
God was born in Bethlehem
on this happy night.
"He was born of a pure Virgin;
look for him, you know where, that in his arms you will find himwrapped in poor blankets. "
He said, and the
celestial birds
in a conforming applause
accompanying his flight
gave the air colors.
The
shepherds
, summoning with sweet and cheerful voices
the whole mountain range, knocking down
palms and noble laurels
Ramos in the hands carry,
and crowned with flowers,
through the snow they form paths
singing joyful songs.
They arrive at the Blessed portal and although together they crown him
clusters of
seraphim
,
they want the laurel to decorate him
The pure and beautiful Virgin
they find saying love to the newborn child,
that Man and God is named.