ON THE WAY TO EGYPT

While falling in a doze going to Egypt down,
As if from sky he were struck,
Old Joseph a scream set up:
“Mary, the crown!
The Magi’s Emperor’s crown,
which they had brought into that box
that they had sculptured like a chest
and which up there I forgot in a great haste.”

Mary no answer gave.
While looking to the furthermost…
And like a hesitation, her dropped out tears
were falling down from her bright eyes,
the pain of her unuttered thought.
She closely pressed young Jesus in her arms
giving a kiss to Him high on His forehead,
right there where one day He’ll bear
His crown all made of thorns.

Translated in to English by
Muguraș Maria Petrescu