Il est né, le divin Enfant [English translation]

He is born, the divine Child.

Play oboes, bring out the accordions.

He is born, the divine Child.

Let all sing to his arrival!

For over four thousand years,

the prophets promised him to us.

For over four thousand years,

we awaited this happy time.

He is born, the divine Child.

Play oboes, bring out the accordions.

He is born, the divine Child.

Let all sing to his arrival!

A stable is his shelter,

a bit of straw, his cradle.

A stable is his shelter,

for God, how humbling!

He is born, the divine Child.

Play oboes, bring out the accordions.

He is born, the divine Child.

Let all sing to his arrival!

Oh Jesus, oh almighty King,

very little child that you are—

oh Jesus, oh Almighty King,

reign over us completely!

He is born, the divine Child.

Play oboes, bring out the accordions.

He is born, the divine Child.

Let all sing to his arrival!