La Vifleem colo-n josCerul arde luminos,Preacurata naşte astăzi pe Hristos.
Naşte-n ieslea boilor,Pe-mpăratul tuturor,Preacurata stă şi plânge-ncetişor.
N-are scutec de-nfăşat,nici hăinuţe de-mbrăcat,Preacurata pentru pruncul de-mpărat.
Nu mai plânge maica mea,Scutecele noi ţi-om da,Preacurata pruncul Sfânt de înfăşat.
La Vifleem colo-n jos.
There, in Bethlehem, down in the valley,The sky is burning brightly,The Holy Virgin is giving birth to Christ.
She is giving birth in the mangerTo the King of the world,The Holy Virgin sits and silently weeps.
She has no swaddling clothes for the babyNo clothes for Him,The Holy Virgin for the Holy Infant.
Do not cry my mother,We shall give you new swaddling clothesSo that The Holy Virgin would wrap the Holy Infant.
There, in Bethlehem, down in the valley.