Cedars and prices,
How many women have you defiled so far? !
For the laws are now closing up on you;
Because, the works of man's hands are always in vain.
Incline the ears of your to me and,
Let me tell you the truth about life;
And like the tender green shoots in the fields of love.
You will return to the same way you came in but,
Be very wise always to overcome this odd act!
For, our sins on this earth are numbered everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem