Let them say what they wish behind our backs,
Let them lie, let them laugh, let them whisper.
What they say about us are naught but trash –
From minds where foolish thoughts always linger.
Let them speak. On Judgment Day they shall see
The results of their sins they committed –
Against themselves, and against you, and me –
Some of their good deeds may be rejected,
Or transferred to our account of good deeds –
Hence, for the oppressed that would be a gain,
Donated by those who are most in need
Of good actions to erase what they claimed.
So if some mention you – in a bad way –
Their vile speech may slap them on Judgment Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem