Bridle, riddle!
You lust but you do not have;
So, you murder and you covet!
And, still cannot obtain everything in life.
Bridle, riddle!
With the wars and fighting among you;
The wrong purpose of life,
With the pleasures of this world today.
Life,
The spirit that dwells in lust leads to envy others!
Well-known,
And, well expressed.
Proud, round!
Double-minded;
You lust but you do not have,
So, you've now turned to war! !
Killing and destroying the properties of others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem