I am the idol of myself
I worship my own self- image
I worry about my name
I work for the making of my name
I have done this for years
I sin in this
I know this
Yet I continue to sin
This does not mean that I do not care for others
Or that I am not often willing to put others before myself
Or that I cannot stop trying to make my name
When some other work is needed of me
It means I am too much preoccupied with my own name
And that I am a sinner in this
And will probably die being one
Despite this being the Ten Days of Repentance
And my understanding that I should not simply be confessing this sin now
But striving to change it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem