The one who bears
the sore of leprosy
shall keep his garments
rent and his head bare,
and shall muffle his beard;
he shall cry out,
‘Unclean, unclean! '.
As long as the sore
is on him he shall
declare himself unclean,
since he is in fact unclean.
He shall dwell apart,
making his abode
outside the camp.
But think of the leprosy of the soul.
When sin lives in the soul
and the thinking is affected
the soul has leprosy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps that is why so many of us live apart. Our souls feel unclean. Well expressed.