Flase brothers!
With heels against me;
Hills, heels!
With the works of the wicked.
False sisters!
With the works of evil;
The lust of the flesh,
And, with the works of darkness.
Foolish people and foolish nation!
With the wickedness of both men and women;
Through evil and the rumours of the land,
Like the muse of an open tomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem