Ijust descovered this poem which was published in Romanian, i was in jail during st. Nicholas day and she was very sick, my translation will suck but i hope i get the spirit of the poem, i cried yesterday when i read it.
Kind St. Nicholas
Kind St. Nicholas
My soul is so heavy
please to jail
to look after my son
He didnt hang the stockings by the chimney
they even took his shoes
his hands and feet are in shackles
his hair is shorn
He has no candle or holy image
or place where he can pray
he stand meek as a sheep
led to the slaughter like christ in the prayers
Please go St. Nicholas
to my darling son
and remind him of the love of God
In a place full of hate
Go in like a kind devoted saint
meek and caring
in those dark walls
await for you the wrteched of the earth
with eyes red from crying and suffering
warm there souls
when there body is beaten and cold
give them there eternal bread
when there starvation yells for justice
I am old and sick
like a setting sun
I feel i the dark sleep overcoming me
watch over my son holy one
until he comes home
Tell him stories of hope
and prayers pure as easter lilies
I am going to sleep….please watch over my son
kind, holy one
amen
