old gods can still blink
through sand in the glass
stop your breath for a moment
give a nod as you pass
trade a word for a wink
if you pursue a dispute
dry your hymns out like roses
but spare thornless roots
those few who find truth
owe no proof of their guile
for the ruse in their gaze
could match the devil's best smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem