A child's tiny feet, br Blue, blue with cold, br How can they see and not protect you? br Oh, my God! br br Tiny wounded feet, br Bruised all over by pebbles, br Abused by snow and soil! br br Man, being blind, ignores br that where you step, you leave br A blossom of bright light, br that where you have placed br your bleeding little soles br a redolent tuberose grows. br br Since, however, you walk br through the streets so straight, br you are courageous, without fault. br br Child's tiny feet, br Two suffering little gems, br How can the people pass, unseeing.