Why do you insist,
I am a product of my environment?
And to it I should be kept limited.
And everything The Creator has made to introduce,
Still confuses those seeking to understand...
Nothing manmade can compare,
To that which God controls and commands.
Or can be manipulated,
With attempts to eliminate its existence.
Physical appearances are only illusions.
Only those deluded have a preference for this kept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Illusions - physical appearances. True.