Vice, service!
With your illegal works;
As you wait in the dark for your prey.
Muse!
The very pure thoughts of life are built on kindness and love but,
'Curse is the man who trusts in man, who makes flesh his arm;
And, whose heart departs from Yahweh'.
Worldly lust!
Worldly policies;
Vice, service!
With corruptible minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with corruptible minds, good write, thanks.