impure thoughts contained...
Leaves thy thoughts dwell, well constrained.
Hasten thy choices of the morrow...
Lest be all so sullen and filled with sorrow.
Vast filled days followed by rage...
Imparts all hallowed, of thee, age.
Memorie's recollections adhered to heart...
Begin days of hurt and end days of start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem even though I don't understand it. The title is intriguing because it resonates with the religious view of what impure thoughts are. I know there are evil thoughts or disgusting thoughts, but 'impure' ones? What could they be? All thought is pure.