As an ornament do they adorn me,
Yes, they keep me and sometimes kiss me.
In their celebrations they recite me,
In disputes they swear by me,
On shelves do they securely keep me,
Till another celebration or dispute, when they need me
An amulet around the neck am I
Never descending into the heart, sigh!
Unfeeling hearts, eyes forever dry
Yet in gatherings, much read am I
Senselessly do they parrot me
Yet “great” do they deem me
Yes, they read me and memorize me,
Yet only an ornament am I.
No lesson do they take from me
No custom do they abandon for me
These slogans of devotion, these vows of dedication
Lies! Lies! For shallow are their utterances
Societies stagnant, system bereft
Still much “reverence” do they throw at me
My message lies neglected, my treasure untouched,
The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory
Wrong is the treatment that I receive
So much to give have I, but none is there to perceive.
English rendition by Malonama