Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim
Sister Simplice truthfullness
She had never told a lie
Her unshakeable truthfullness,
Had made her almost celebrated,
In the community.
Can there be such a thing?
As a white lie?
A little lie?
The lie is the absolute of evil.
There can be no small lie;
Who lies, lies wholly
The Lie is the devil's own face
Satan has two names;
He is Satan,
And he is Untruth.
That is what Sister Simplice believed
The belief she practised;
And it was the source of the purity
which shone from her,
Even from her lips and eyes.
Her smile was pure,
Her gaze was pure;
There was no cobweb
Or any grain of dust
On the unsullied mirror
Of that Conscience!
Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, author, translator, columinst, political analyst, poet)
Heerenveen
October,2021
Sorry and thanks beste Sylvia..but this is not Translation..this is rearrenging of the ideas and words of the great vicrto Hugo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is rearrenging and transforming not Translation..thanks..ideas put in prose changed into poetry