As bright as the morning star
The smile of the adversary
With the teeth of a twinkling star
Like no blood beneath, ne’er scary
Behind the smile of the adversary
Lurks a darkly dark darkness
A hidden peril in the head’s diary
Woven with malice and evilness
And still the eyes laugh
The seductive ruse you believe
Till you fathom-though tough
Mara, the name you’ll receive
Behind the smile is the waft of rotten carcass
Beware! trust not even the looking glass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem