A false witness that speaks lies enjoys the bowl
Stolen waters are sweet and speedy ending
As the bread eaten in secret is more pleasant
But Truths words are syrupy in the mouth of the narrator
And the eyes of the Super-Ruler of all are pleased to see him
While the liar is pleased to the sail through
The innocent soul cries tears of blood
His fortitude turns into pillars of ash
His stand acquaint fatality of his continuation
But he fear no evil since death is not the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good thought..... A very different write........ Good one