Who he is, everybody knows:
This old man in his tattered clothes.
He does not beg for bread,
By the Holy Spirit he is fed.
Everywhere he goes,
With frowning eyebrows,
So fearsome and sole,
With kind and loving soul
He teaches how to love
And live an honest life,
How to worship truth,
And to keep a pious path,
His eyes shine like stars
With severe words he spars,
Appealing to us all
With kind and loving soul.
He questions with wrath
All who are wise and rich:
Oh, tell me where your true truth is?
And why it can’t be reached?
Did in the wall you brick it,
Did in the dungeon you cuff?
And where is this true spirit
The Holy Spirit of Love?
But he encourages those
All who are weak and poor,
All those who are insulted,
All those who are immured:
“Wait, it will come!” - he promises,
“Come down from above, -
Time of faith and happiness,
Truth and immortal love!”
And everywhere the righteous
Are blessed by the small,
But all the high and mighties
Loathe him and scold,
And he is persecuted
By all who rule the world...
With thorns on his brow,
With kind and loving soul.