And you double-crossing wretch, how darest
You flout the laws of Heaven, and still pretend
To follow Prophet, who for your sins was pierced?
And your soul in thrall to deceit, did offend.
You make laws, you have made legal here,
Heaven decreed them forbidden; you hold
Them dearest, with each breath; sin becomes clear.
And still, you say: 'Prophet shall be our shield'
Imagine, your people's sins do cry to Heaven.
Gaze around you, those born of lust, not love
Their parents' union, not in sacred heaven
But in the flesh, by which passion does rise above.
You are misguided to think your sins can be
Washed clean by His blood, when you don't see".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem