I'm the true son of Adam
Who would rather trade Eden
For the appetizing apple of Eve
If thrice i'm opportune to gain Eden
Thrice l will set it aside
Like Caesar to the coronet at the capitol
Dominion! What bent nature you bear
When I'm asked not to take fruit
From the tree that lies in the middle
Everything made was made good
All fruit sweet and edible
Perfection should exclude none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem