Pains, chains!
Sex is the custom of the earth;
Selling a girl for wine and,
A boy in exchange for a prostitute.
Pains, chains!
Passing through the valley of tears;
With the sins of mankind all around,
All in the name of illegal lust.
The eaters ate and,
The players played;
Naked to the act!
With the muse of this sin-sick-world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem