To make an Idol of a book,
Is poison for the brain;
Dying for any god
Is reason gone insane.
Beware of all the Holy books
And all the creeds and schools,
And every law that man has made
And all the golden rules.
'Laws' and 'Rules' imposed on you
From days of old renown,
Are not intended for your 'good'
But for your crushing down.
Then dare to rend the chains that bind
And to yourself be true.
Dare to liberate your mind,
From all things, old and new.
Always think your own thought,
All other thoughts reject;
Learn to use your own brain
And boldly stand erect.
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I would like to translate this poem
oh my goodness. this poem is so deep. it's so true! u're a great poet