I came across a moth eaten book
That was gnawed at from every nook
In the center there was some matter
It was written in strange letter
There were pictures of holy birds
But did not reveal anything words
Pondered o0ver to catch the sense
But was impossible thence
Arabic Latin or was Greek
It was difficult to the peak
I brought it to my peer
Who was a saint and a seer?
I inquired about all symbols
He became agile and very nimble
You can not understand this
Main things from within you miss
Only those can understand it
Who love human more or a bit
You are adamant and stone heart
Your passion dry and words curt
Muse of love must be evoked
In thy heart and prejudices revoked
You are divided into cults and clans
To occupy worlds are your plans
No sympathy for human kind
Cut the throats like a blind
It is quite impossible for you
Useless would be your boo boo
First evoke love in your heart
Think every man is built from dirt
Words then would their meanings reveal
The writing of the book would then appeal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of wisdom but who'll profit? 10