Illegal lust!
With unclena lips;
Fire! !
From a burning coal;
Upon all bushes,
And, in the desolate valley.
Illegal lust,
With the bows and arrows in your hands!
Like briers and thorns;
Because of the hatred from the hearts of mankind.
Illegal lust!
Speedy to the plunder and,
Swift to the spoil;
Because, you are not ready for the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem