Failing to set sights on the good which is highest

What debasing, and mortifying gamble

Is it not evil itself?

I get the feeling of sadness, my Lord

Pleased with soul's poorness

What spiritless weakness,

Same as holding in contempt

The beauty of

Much to be looked after trueness

Much to be fostered meekness.

I get the feeling of sorrow, my Lord

To be a stranger to what is faultless

Outlander to that which is spotless

Isn't it a housing for aches useless?

A shelter to struggles worthless?

I get the feeling of grief, my Lord

To be gutless in allowing evil

To litter and pollute the soul

What a fabricator of false coloring and error

Shameful suppliers of evil in the world.

Heeding to gluttonous demons of the flesh

To turn to flesh - to hide in the flesh

To turn away from You, my Lord

I get the feeling of stomachache -

I get the feeling of heartache, my Lord

Sin - the voracious thief

While there is no desire for what is just and right

There is selfish - injurious greed

Sin - the voracious thief of joy and time

I get the feeling of sorrow, my Lord

Such a burning of the seat of thought

Incorrigible weakness

Culpable unconcern

Culpable ignorance

Diffused complicity to evil

Diffused participation in error

Diffused complicity to terror

Diffuseness of support to loss

Fertility of fatalities

At what cost?!