I speak about spirituality with eloquence,
Yet my deeds do not match what I say;
I know I will die after an appointed term,
Yet I behave as if I am not to leave the world any day;
I give long sermons about the eternal life;
Yet I love the things of the ephemeral world;
I ask others to submit to the lord,
Yet I often rebel and do my free will;
I advise people not to amass material things,
Yet I have inclination to be richer and better off;
I was born in the state of purity and innocence,
Yet I live like an impure juvenile offender;
If I reveal what I really am,
You may take pleasure in debunking me.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
We all have our weaknesses...