The story of your past and the muse of your present time,
You are like a nice altar with the mark of your love;
So respect the word of truth and the word of my love.
Be swift to hear and slow to speak,
Be swift to hear and slow to wrath,
And put away all filthiness to receive meekness;
For i have bridle my tongue on this side of the river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem