The sages of old shouted from their heart;
Nobody should fall in the snare of earthly love;
Do not be infatuated by ephemeral beauty;
That avails not here or hereafter;
It withers away like autumn rose;
It is like Mirage in the desert and no more;
It is like a wolf in Lamb's clothing...
...that mercilessly devours its prey;
Rather in your sweet heart you listen...
...the song of eternity
He who hears this song devotedly...
...gets drunk with elexir and never dies;
He realises he is in essence of the eternal truth;
That in man's form implements his command.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem