What is a man that he could judge his fellow of sin?
What gives him the right to declare himself clean?
Does he not see the faults within his own skin?
Scarlet that stained every garment.
What is a man that he could judge his fellow of sin?
Does he not see the faults within his own skin?
Or is he blinded by his pride, and simply keen?
Does he have the power to determine what's right?
What is a man that he could judge his fellow of sin?
To label others as wrong and commit the same?
Does he not realize that he's not in the light?
And his actions only add to his own shame?
Haven't you heard?
Judge not, that you be not judged,
For with what judgment you judge, you shall be judged,
And with what measure you measure,
It shall be measured to you.
Mr jailer,
Is it not a cruel irony in this
chronicle's game?
That we judge others, yet forget our own flaws?
We point out their mistakes, but ours remain the same,
And in the end, we're all slaves to our own laws.
So why do we condemn those who are different from us?
Why do we feel the need to judge and condemn?
Saint or a sinner,
Do we not realize that in doing so, we make a fuss?
And in the end, it's our own souls that we condemn,
Condemnation awaits those who committed abomination,
But who are we to decide what's right or wrong?
Perhaps we should focus on our own salvation.
And realize that we all have flaws, we all belong,
So let us not judge, for we are not divine,
Let us instead show mercy and love,
For in the end, it's not our place to assign.
What is a man that he could judge his fellow of sin?
Who is worthy of grace, and who is not enough?
So let us remember, in this world of hate,
That judging others, only leads to our own fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem