Just as two breaths become one breath, As two whispers become a cry, Miracle before us lies, The glory of a new-born child. These half-closed eyes already see, Looking without looking within. A testament of truth before, before our eyes. The glory of a new-born child. This place, where life's long path begins, If they be princes, queens, or kings, Laid helpless here at mother's side, The glory of a new-born child.