Oh, Ye Messiah ofJerusalem! Jesus, my Lord! When, Oh when, will you come again in front of mycandle-lamp, Oh you son of God?

We have grazed thegrasslandsofBethlehem; our penance is done!

The assemblage of the poor, the despoiled, and the oppressed! There is passionate eagerness to go forth to welcome the arrival of their lord.

Here it is notJudea! No Judas is here!! The wooden cross built onGolgothais nowhere here.

Oh, You Messenger of God fromJerusalem, this is your kingdom; and yours alone!

The streets ofIsrael, we have draped; the pavements have been decorated!!!

Oh, with tender olive leaves in their hands, the enslaved, the powerless, the anguished and the tormented have all stirred; with dreamy-eyes. Here there is no Caesar, noPontius Pilate; and no barbed headdress in the ravines ofCalvary.

This is thy kingdom! Thine alone!!

The theme of this song in a way reflects the spirited passion for social justice that rings in many of Vayalars songs. In many ways, Jesus was a supreme reactor to the injustices in the social setup. There is ever increasing relevance to the earthly embodiment of Jesus: he, the rebel who struck terror inHerod'sTempleatJerusalem; which had become the den of corruption and exploitation. This is a forgotten theme in Christian theology. For, the nation is run by vile, self serving, corrupt, feudal officialdom.Where is this saviour? When shall he appear in our midst, to lash his whip at these freebooters of national wealth?