Gazeta Wyborcza - Polish daily (by HW)

And if You are born now

How would I recognize You

Did the parents find a place

In a suburb shed

Ox or donkey bowed to You

One of shepherds caught a glimpse

Of new-born miracle

Sages of the world wandered thousands miles

To find You

Star shined

Celestial choirs sang

I am sure about one thing

King would not miss it

Angel would not warn you

You will not manage to escape to Egypt

Secret police will be faster

In which prison should I seek you, Oh Lord

(This poem was published as a part of a weekly column devoted to religious affairs of the biggest and most important Polish daily, Gazeta Wyborcza. Sorry for the quality of translation; it really reads pretty good in Polish. - Adam Koziel)