You are difficult to find,
But are the closest to the mind.
You give sight to blind men,
And make men with sight blind.
Love, you’re nothing but a trickster.
God is Love, but Love is not God,
For God is fair and divine.
For your sake people sacrifice their all
But in vain; you’re so unkind.
Love, you’re nothing but evil.
You and folly are intertwined;
You make wise men foolish.
The aptness of their women they embellish,
But to their flaws they are blind.
Love, you’re nothing but idiocy.
You drive sane men insane;
They lose their minds all in your name.
Some people prefer death because they deem fake
A life lived blissfully after suffering heartbreak.
Love, you’re nothing but a murderer.
You’re a distant relative of Trust;
You’re not that close as you claim.
You really look like your twin brother Lust,
Or maybe you’re just the same.
Love, you’re nothing but a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem