Life and leisure,
Where is the truth? !
A porter's clay,
Seeing the meat of pagan sacrifice around you;
Sounds of life! !
Worships seen around,
With pagan titles.
Prophecies concerning this generation,
Of the last hour!
In the eyes of the people,
Defiled with the sins around us.
The thoughts of iniquity,
Your tongue has muttered perverseness!
And your lips have spoken lies;
Sin us the cause,
Vacillating between belligerence and forgetfulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sin around us...a beautiful poetry Edward.