E-nd doesn't justify the means,
L-et the good deed remain;
L-et not the evil prevail,
A-s it causes some pain.
C-hain of fault is broken,
O-nce the truth comes your way;
N-ever give in to lies,
S-eptember seventh Thursday.
T-he end doesn't justify the means,
A-llow your mind to open;
N-ever turn a blind eye
T-o the warning from heaven.
I-n spite of the lure,
N-ever yield to the sins;
O-bliterate the iniquity, end doesn't justify the means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem