unbelief, youthful extravagance, and profligacy.

The house of immorality is their pilgrimage site, and idols of obscenity

are what they worship, while their religion is mere seduction.

Their prayer is the spreading of lust, wherein

red lewdness yawns behind its veil.

They mocked what the Scripture brought in truth

and distorted the meanings of what the sages spoke.

They deified "Curie" and "Edison"

or "Hugo" and "Lamartine," yet all is but vanity.

God is Greater! How their hearts never soften

are those truly hearts, or solid, unyielding rock?

What is the excuse of the wayward when they never asked

though the path is filled with guiding mentors?

Modesty has vanished, save for a calm remnant

among them, while he who grants life is but a fading breath.

Woe unto the thirsty lamb, while all of them

are wolves that have seized the watering-hole against him.

If he yearns for the sweet, pure water, he is barred

by a fang sharpened by the points of malice