Why do people like flesh more than soul?
What's in this flesh that attracts more?
What will it bring to us at last?
Flesh made of soil,
Flesh will one day lose its beauty
And finally cry in hell not in heaven
God gave us flesh
To perform our task
But we forget our task
And indulge ourselves in the beauty of flesh
It's such a disgrace to us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem