My natural self a son of Sodom and Gomorrah,
A fugitive from God, have done unnatural things
Without a hint of horror and a heart of flint.
Amazing is the wrong intent with which my life is spent
While blazing from my mouth such high ideal
In smile after smile of verbal bric-a-brac to mask
The lack of much I claim to be aback of my
Religious zeal. I reel with inconsistency.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem