Guide not the souls of men toward Heaven's gate
While you have strayed far from the true path;
Pray God your actions aren't a fragile state
Where others pass and you are left in wrath.
Stand strong, O heart, against the serpent's breath,
And don't chase after the glittering temptations;
For whispers born of darkness lead to death
For those whose restless eyes seek false foundations.
The world crowns idols made of flesh and fame,
Bright masks that hide the emptiness inside;
Yet hidden hands still pull the silent frame
While crowds cheer on, oblivious to the tide.
Hold tight to truth as glittering lies conspire
Lest you build Heaven's bridge and fall to fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem